When I returned to my late father’s house to prepare it for sale, I found a hidden list with my name on it, along with four other names I didn’t recognize. The discovery led me to question my past.
I called my mother, but she told me to leave it alone. But the names on the list kept haunting me, so I went to my Aunt Susan for answers. She revealed that my father had carried guilt over a factory accident years ago, where several people died—including my biological parents. My father had found me after the accident and raised me as his own.
Shocked, I left and drove to my mother’s house, conflicted. But as I stood outside, I realized that my parents had given me love and a life free from that tragedy. I burned the list of names, letting go of my father’s burden, and embraced the family I had known.
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