She revealed that my father had been living in our city all along. He ran a tiny repair shop—just thirty minutes away. A place I might’ve walked past dozens of times without realizing.
He knew where I was. He could’ve reached out. But he didn’t.
Now I’m not sure who I’m angrier at. I never asked for this inheritance. I didn’t expect anything from the man who abandoned me.
And I’m not trying to take anything from my mother. But I can’t ignore the truth—or the years of silence that suddenly make no sense. He was so close.
And he stayed silent. Now I don’t know who I’m more furious with—my father, for leaving me behind, or my mother, for hiding the truth that he was near me all along. Note: This story is a work of fiction inspired by real events.
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