“I’ve been your biological father all along.”
The room was silent. My mother cried quietly in her seat. I stood there, feeling both hollow and full—betrayed, angry, and heartbreakingly sad.
I didn’t suddenly see him as a father. I still don’t. Too many scars had formed before the truth emerged.
But as I looked at him trembling at the altar of my new beginning, one thought kept echoing:
If only I had known earlier. It could have saved us all so much pain.
