That was when Margaret promised to take care of the baby.
Later, Sarah agreed to a legal adoption, believing that her daughter would have a safe and loving home.
I couldn’t speak.
“So… Margaret isn’t my biological mother?”
Robert answered gently.
“She is the woman who raised you. But your biological mother’s name is Sarah.”
Tears streamed down my face.
“Then where is she now?”
The man looked toward the old hospital doors.
“That’s exactly why we’re here today.”
It turned out that Sarah had recovered years later and had tried to find me.
But her letters and requests to various institutions had gone unanswered for a long time.
My mother had only recently discovered that Sarah was alive and still searching for her daughter.
When they finally met, Sarah explained that she had never wanted to interfere with my life.
She simply wanted to see me at least once.
