The Recollection of Desertion
For 25 years, my biological parents were nothing more than a distant memory—people who had abandoned me at an orphanage when I was just two. Raised by foster parents, I worked hard to build a life of my own and recently secured a high-paying job. Then, after decades of silence, they suddenly reached out—not to apologize or explain, but to demand half of my income, insisting I owed them simply because they gave birth to me. I was appalled by their audacity and refused, but I never imagined they would take things even further.
The Recollection Of Desertion
The Love of Foster Parents
Being left at an orphanage at just two years old could have meant a life of struggle, but I was one of the lucky ones. My foster parents, Mike and Elaine, welcomed me with open arms and raised me with unwavering warmth and love. Though we didn’t have much money, our home overflowed with kindness. Every birthday, Easter, and Thanksgiving felt like a gift from the universe—a reminder that sometimes, love chooses you. I had no idea then that these moments would become the foundation for the life I’d one day build on my own.
The Love Of Foster Parents