“Dad, what is this?”
Something your mother should have told us years ago.
“To both of us?”
I took air.
“Rebecca, my first love, Anna, is your birth mother. And I'm your biological father.
He looked at me without understanding.
What are you talking about?
Read the letters.
By the time he came to the second, they trembled
the hands.
Did Mom know?
"Yes.
Rebecca wiped her eyes.
Was he trying to protect me?
“At first, maybe. But over time I think she was also protecting herself.
She loved me?
Every day of his life.
Rebecca was silent for a moment.
Does Anna know about me?
“You know everything.
Do you want to meet me?
“More than anything.
He swallowed saliva.
I want to meet her. Soon.
“You should.
He studied me with his gaze.
Are you okay with that?
“There were already too many people deciding what was best for another.
