7
Two hours later, I arrived at my biological
parents‘ house. Last time, out of misplaced
guilt, I’d believed Britney’s lies: her father a
gambler, her mother favoring her lazy brother,
the family dependent on her meager earnings.
Only after I lost everything did I realize she’d
fabricated it all.
“Knock, knock!”
“Who is it?”
The door opened, revealing a face with my
own features my mother. Her eyes welled
- up.
–
“You… You…” I rushed forward, embracing
<
her.
“Mom.” I sobbed, holding her tight. This
family had shown me what love truly meant in
my last three days of life.
