I was 20 when I found out my stepmom had been lying to me about my father’s death. For 14 years, she told me it was just a car accident. Random. Nothing anyone could have done. Then I found a letter he wrote the night before he died — and one line in it made my heart stop.
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For the first four years of my life, it was just Dad and me.
I don’t remember a lot from back then. It’s all just fuzzy flashes of the scratchy feeling of his cheek against mine when he carried me to bed, and how he used to set me on the kitchen counter.
“Supervisors sit up high,” he’d say with a grin. “You’re my whole world, kiddo, you know that?”
My biological mother died giving birth to me.
For the first four years of my life, it was just Dad and me.
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I remember asking about her once when I was really little.
We were in the kitchen, and Dad was making breakfast.
“Did Mommy like pancakes?” I asked.
He stopped moving for a second. “She loved them, but not as much as she would’ve loved you.”
I remember wondering why his voice sounded so thick and strange. I didn’t get it then.
Everything changed when I was four.
I remember asking about her once.
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That’s when he brought Meredith home.
When she first walked in, she crouched down so we were eye-to-eye.
“I’ve heard you’re the boss around here.”
I shuffled backward and hid behind Dad’s leg.
But Meredith was patient. She didn’t try to force it, and slowly, I realized I liked her.
The next time she came over, I decided to test the waters.
That’s when he brought Meredith home.
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I had spent all afternoon working on a drawing.
“For you.” I held it out with both hands. “It’s very important.”
“Thank you!” She took it like it was a holy relic. “I promise I’ll keep it safe.”
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Six months later, they were getting married.
Not long after that, Meredith officially adopted me. I started calling her Mom, and for a while, the world felt sturdy.
Then it all fell apart.
