As Diane runs around doing last-minute errands for her daughter Marissa’s wedding, she comes across her soon-to-be son-in-law—with another woman! Begrudgingly, she tells Marissa and then comes up with a plan to teach Stefan a lesson…
As I bustled through the busy streets, juggling errands for my daughter Marissa’s wedding, I couldn’t help but feel a nagging sense of unease.
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Call it mother’s intuition or something like that, but there was just something about Stefan, my daughter’s fiancé, that had never quite sat right with me.
He always seemed a bit too smooth, a bit too charming, like someone who was used to getting what he wanted without much effort.
Marissa, on the other hand, had worked through issues with her self-esteem and self-confidence, spending hours at the gym and the hair salon. She worked hard on herself, to get what she felt she deserved.
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“I’m telling you, Brian,” I told my husband one day. “Our daughter is too good for this man.”
“I agree, she’s our little girl. But at the same time, there’s nothing we can do.”
He was right, of course. Marissa adored Stefan, and I had tried to keep my reservations to myself, not wanting to spoil her happiness.
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But then, I saw Stefan’s true colors in the most unexpected way.
It was the day before the wedding, and I was exhausted from a whirlwind of preparations. I had insisted that my daughter spend the day at a spa, getting a full-on pamper session, while I got my nails done, picked up both our dresses, and finalized the decorations.
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“It’s all set, Diane,” Tracy, the wedding planner, told me at her office. “I just need you to choose between the two backup flower options. But don’t worry, we’re back on track. Go ahead and rest. The mother of the bride needs to be just as refreshed as the bride.”
“I’m definitely going to do that,” I reassured her. “I’m just going to grab a coffee and then head straight home for a bubble bath and a head massage from my husband.”
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“Get some carbs, too,” Tracy laughed as I walked out.
So, I did just that. I decided to take a break and grab a coffee at a cute little café across the road from Tracy’s office. As I entered, I was greeted by the comforting aroma of fresh pastries and coffee.
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“Just what I needed,” I muttered to myself.
But then, my heart nearly stopped.
There, in a corner of the café was Stefan. And he wasn’t alone. A young woman was there with him, laughing and touching his arm, their heads close together.
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Then, right in front of the bustling café, they kissed. It was a tender, intimate kiss, the kind that spoke of familiarity and affection.
To the rest of the world, they looked like a cute little couple. But to me? This was the ultimate betrayal to my daughter.
I stood there, stunned, unable to process what I was seeing. My hands shook as I pulled out my phone and snapped a photo.
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Thankfully, the photo was safely in my gallery when Stefan looked up. Our eyes met for a brief, horrifying moment. He quickly pulled away from the woman, but it was too late.
The damage was done. My eyes had seen the truth.
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“Diane?” Stefan called.
I just shook my head and hurried out of the café, my mind and heart racing.
How could he do this to Marissa? The woman who loved him to her core and who would move heaven and earth for him! And on the eve of their wedding, no less?
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I knew I had to tell her, but how could I break her heart like this?
As I drove home, my anger simmered. Stefan needed to learn a lesson.
I dialed Brian’s number.
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“Hi, honey,” Brian answered. “I’ll be home soon, I promise. I just need to pick up some Thai food for Marissa. She said she wanted to have our favorite family meal tonight.”
“We need to talk,” I said, cutting him off.
I quickly told Brian everything as I drove closer to our house.
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When I got home, I found Marissa in her room, surrounded by her wedding jewelry. Her face lit up when she saw me, but the look on my face must have given away that something was wrong.
“Mom, what happened?” she asked, concern taking over her beautiful features. “Is everything okay?”
I sat down next to her, taking a deep breath.
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“Marissa, I need to show you something,” I said, pulling out my phone. I showed her the photo of Stefan with the other woman.
Marissa stared at the screen, her face paling.
“No, this can’t be real,” she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes.
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I put my arm around her, holding her as she sobbed.
“I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” I said. “I wish it wasn’t true.”
Through her tears, Marissa looked at me, anger and betrayal flashing in her eyes.
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“Mom, I can’t marry him. I just can’t. I won’t. I have to call off the wedding.”
I nodded. I couldn’t blame her at all. She was devastated. The man she adored had been cheating on her.
But then an idea struck me. There was a way to make Stefan face the consequences of his actions in a way he wouldn’t forget.
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“Darling, what if we turn the tables on him? Make sure he knows exactly what he’s losing?” I asked.
She looked at me, confusion mingling with her tears.
“What do you mean, Mom?” she asked.
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I explained my plan, and slowly, a determined look replaced the hurt on her face. She agreed, and we set it in motion.
We spent the rest of the evening in near silence, eating the Thai food that Brian had brought home.
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The next morning, Marissa and her best friend Leah headed to the resort where she and Stefan were supposed to spend their honeymoon.
The reservation was in Marissa’s name because Brian and I had gifted the couple their honeymoon, so there was no issue with her using it.
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As for Brian and me, we went to the wedding venue, where guests were already gathering, helping themselves to drinks and canapés. They were blissfully unaware of the drama unfolding behind the scenes.
Stefan spotted me as soon as I arrived. He rushed over, looking anxious.
“Where’s Marissa?” he asked me, trying to keep his voice calm.
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I smiled, keeping my tone light. It was almost as if I hadn’t caught him cheating on my daughter just the day before.
“Oh, she’ll be done soon; she had a mishap with her hair stylist.”
He frowned but nodded, trying to mask his discomfort.
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As the minutes ticked by and the wedding band began to play, the tension grew. Finally, with all the guests present, I took the stage.
Holding the microphone, I called for everyone’s attention.
“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for being here today. We have a slight change in plans,” I began.
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There were a few gasps in the crowd, but I continued.
“My daughter isn’t here right now. She’s on her way to the resort where she and Stefan were supposed to spend their honeymoon.”
A murmur of confusion spread through the crowd. Stefan shifted uncomfortably.
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“But Marissa did want me to show you something very important.”
With that, I clicked a remote, and the photo of Stefan kissing the other woman appeared on the screen behind me. That, in itself, tugged at my heart because Marissa had wanted photos of her and Stefan to be playing in the background during the ceremony.
Now, the screen was used to show his infidelity.
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Gasps filled the room. Stefan’s parents stood up, their faces a mixture of shock and fury. The murmurs turned into an uproar as people processed what they were seeing.
“Marissa isn’t late,” I said to Stefan simply. “She deserves so much better than this, and now, everyone knows the truth.”
Stefan’s parents approached me, anger across their faces.
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“How could you do this?” his mother hissed. “We paid for this wedding!”
I met her gaze, unflinching.
“Your son did this. Not me. He betrayed Marissa, and she has every right to walk away.”
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Everything was chaotic after that. Guests were whispering, and some were even leaving. Stefan looked defeated, slumped in a chair, while his parents tried to salvage what they could of the situation.
I called Marissa to check in as Brian spoke to some of our family and friends.
“Mom, I made the right decision,” she said boldly. “I’ve been thinking, and I know it now.”
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“You did, sweetheart,” I replied. “And now, you can move on without looking back.”
After that, Brian and I helped ourselves to the wedding buffet before heading home.
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What would you have done?
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My Best Friend Gave Me the Wrong Dress Code for Her Wedding — I Decided to Outplay Her Smartly
When Emily’s friend, Elle, gets engaged to her boyfriend, Brian, the supportive bestie is over the moon. Emily does everything she can to help Elle plan her dream wedding. But then Elle starts acting secretive and gives Emily a wedding invite with the incorrect dress code. Thankfully, a mutual colleague gives Emily the correct details, allowing her to show up to the wedding to teach Elle a lesson.
“I’m engaged, Em!” Elle said, rushing through my door while I was sitting on the couch and reading a book.
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“What?” I exclaimed, standing up to hug her tightly. “I’m so happy for you, my girl!”
Elle sat on the couch and showed me her hand.
“Look at this rock!” she said.
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Of course, I was over the moon for her. We’d been through so much together, and now it was her turn to walk down the aisle.
For my wedding, a few years ago, Elle had been right by my side. She helped me plan every little detail, from the font on my wedding invitations to the menu selections.
“It’s more like you and Elle are getting married,” my husband, Grant, laughed one evening when I told him everything that Elle and I had planned.
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“Well, she’s been around longer than you,” I replied, showing him the mock-up for our wedding invitations.
And it was true, Elle and I had been friends since our childhood, having lived on the same street and gone to the same kindergarten together.
We shared every major milestone, from awkward teenage years to college graduation, together. We even ended up working at the same company, making sure to have lunch and tea breaks together every day.
So, naturally, I expected her to be just as involved in her wedding planning as she was in mine.
“Brian and I don’t want to be engaged for too long,” she said one day at the office while we were having tea and pastries.
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I Found a Letter in the Attic Revealing a Secret My Parents Hid from Me for Years – Story of the Day
I always believed my parents had given me the perfect childhood, filled with love and trust. But one evening, while looking for old family photos in the attic, I stumbled upon a sealed letter. What I read inside turned my entire world upside down and changed everything I thought I knew.
That evening felt peaceful, just like always when I came to my parents’ house for dinner on the weekends. Their home felt warm and safe.
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The smell of Mom’s cooking filled the air, and soft music played in the background.
We sat at the kitchen table, laughing and remembering funny stories from my childhood.
While we were still talking, Mom mentioned the old photo albums she kept in the attic. “You should look through them,” she said. “There are lots of sweet baby pictures.”
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I smiled. “Maybe I’ll take a few home.”
After dinner, I went upstairs. The attic smelled like dust and cardboard. I turned on the light and crouched near the boxes.
I found the albums and smiled at the photos of myself as a baby, riding on Dad’s shoulders, sitting in Mom’s lap.
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Then I noticed a worn box pushed behind the others. At the very bottom, under wrapping paper and old cards, was an envelope. It was sealed. On the front, in shaky handwriting, were the words: “For my daughter.”
My hands began to tremble. What was this? Why had I never seen it before?
I broke the seal and opened the letter.
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“My beautiful baby girl,
I am so sorry. You are only just born, and I already have to make the hardest choice of my life. I cannot keep you. I am too young, too lost, and too afraid to raise you alone.”
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“But my love for you is endless. Letting you go is not because I don’t want you — it’s because I want a better life for you than I could ever give. I hope the family who takes you in will love you the way you deserve. I will always carry you in my heart. Always.
With all my love,
Your mother.”
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I couldn’t breathe. My chest tightened. My parents were downstairs. What was this letter? I grabbed the envelope and stormed into the kitchen, holding it out to them.
“What is this?” My voice shook. I held out the letter with both hands. My fingers would not stop trembling.
They turned to look at me. Mom’s face lost all its color. Dad’s jaw clenched hard. They stared at me. Neither of them spoke.
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“Well?” I asked again. My voice was louder this time.
Mom jumped to her feet. She wrung her hands tightly. Her eyes were wide. “Emily… honey, I don’t know where you found that. Maybe it’s a mistake. Maybe—”
“Stop,” I cut her off. Dad’s voice came next. His tone was steady but cold. He reached out. He took Mom’s hand and pulled her back into her chair. His eyes met mine. His face was serious. “We have to tell her.”
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My stomach dropped, and I felt like I was falling.
“Tell me what?” I asked. My voice came out soft, and I barely heard myself.
Dad let out a long breath. “Emily… you are not our biological daughter.”
I felt like someone had hit me. I grabbed the table to keep from falling. My knees were weak.
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“What are you saying?” I asked. My voice was sharp.
Mom’s eyes filled with tears. She opened her mouth. Her lips trembled. “We adopted you. You were just a few days old. Your birth mother was 16. She couldn’t keep you. She wrote that letter after you were born.”
“No,” I said. I shook my head hard. “You’re lying. Both of you.”
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“Emily, please,” Dad said. His voice softened. “We love you. You are our daughter.”
I stared at them. My hands curled into fists. “But you lied!” I shouted. “Every single day. You looked me in the eyes. You lied!”
Mom reached toward me. Her hands shook. I stepped back.
“We wanted to tell you,” she cried. “We were scared.”
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“Scared of what?” I asked.
“That you would hate us. That you would leave us,” she said.
I felt my whole body shaking. My throat burned. “This letter was for me. You had no right to keep it.”
Dad’s voice cracked. “We didn’t know how to tell you. But we have always loved you.”
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I stood. My hands were tight at my sides. “I don’t even know who I am.”
The room went quiet. The silence hurt.
“Tell me her name,” I said. “Where is she?”
Mom lowered her head. Dad answered. “Her name is Sarah. She lived in the city where you were born.”
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I stared at them both. I grabbed my jacket, keys, and bag.
“Emily, wait!” Mom called out.
But I didn’t stop. I could hear Mom calling my name, but I kept going. I slammed the door behind me and stumbled toward my car, my breath coming fast and shaky.
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I had never felt this kind of pain before. It was sharp and deep like something inside me had snapped.
I climbed into the driver’s seat and gripped the steering wheel as hard as I could.
I started the car and drove away without looking back. I headed straight to my apartment.
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When I got inside, I dropped my bag on the floor. I couldn’t stop crying. My chest hurt so much I could barely breathe. I cried until there were no more tears left, just that awful empty feeling.
I barely slept that night. I couldn’t stop hearing my parents’ voices in my head.
Their words circled over and over, but none of their reasons could drown out the hurt. The betrayal was louder than anything they had said.
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When the sun came up, I knew I couldn’t just sit there. I had to find her. I checked online and there were only a few results. Then I saw her photo. She stood outside a small diner, smiling.
I stared at the screen. My eyes wouldn’t leave her face. I wondered if I looked like her. I wondered if she ever thought about me.
I got in my car and drove two hours to that little town. I kept going over the words I might say when I saw her, but none of them felt right.
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When I reached the diner, I stayed across the street, just sitting in my car, watching. It was small and simple.
Inside, people laughed and talked over their meals. The windows were bright with sunshine.
Then I saw her. Sarah. She moved between the tables, carrying plates and smiling at the people around her. She looked kind. She looked happy.
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I felt my heart race as I forced myself to open the car door. I stepped outside, walked across the street, and pushed open the door of the diner. The bell above the door jingled softly.
“Hi there! Sit wherever you like,” she called from behind the counter. Her voice sounded friendly and warm.
I picked a small table by the window. I sat down and tried to keep my hands still. My fingers kept twisting together in my lap.
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She walked over with a bright smile and handed me a menu. “What can I get you, sweetie?” she asked, tilting her head a little as she looked at me.
I felt my throat tighten. I cleared it and tried to speak without my voice shaking. “Just a sandwich, please,” I said, keeping my eyes down.
She nodded and wrote the order on her pad. “Coming right up.” She turned and headed back toward the kitchen.
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I stared at her as she moved between the tables. Every time she passed near me, I wanted to say something. The words were right there, but I couldn’t get them out.
When she brought the sandwich, I coughed. My throat felt dry and itchy.
She set the plate down and gave me a soft smile. “Sounds like you’re catching a cold,” she said. “Would you like some tea? It’s on the house.”
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“Thank you,” I whispered. My voice barely came out.
She smiled again, sweet and gentle, then walked back toward the counter.
I stayed there for hours, sitting at the table by the window, barely eating, barely moving.
The sandwich on my plate stayed almost untouched. I watched her the whole time as she moved between the customers, smiling easily and talking softly.
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We exchanged a few simple words — only safe small talk about the town, the diner, and the weather. I lied. I said I was just passing through. My throat felt tight every time I spoke, but I tried to smile.
Then the door opened. A man came in, holding a little boy’s hand. They laughed softly as they walked toward Sarah.
The boy let go of the man’s hand and ran straight to her. She bent down right away and hugged him close.
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She smiled at him with so much love that my chest hurt. The warmth on her face made my heart ache.
I sat frozen, staring at them. I could not look away. Was this her family? Did she have another child? Did she already have everything she needed in her life?
I couldn’t stay. My chest felt tight, my breath short and hard to catch. I grabbed my bag, left money on the table, and walked out fast, holding back tears until I reached my car.
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I collapsed into the seat and let the sobs come, hot and heavy, shaking my whole body. I wasn’t ready.
I told myself I wouldn’t go back. But the next week, I was driving those same two hours again. I didn’t fully understand why. I just knew I couldn’t let it go.
I sat at the same table, watching her move between the customers, smiling easily. When she saw me, she smiled like she was happy to see me.
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“Well, hello again,” she said. “Back in town?”
“Yeah… just passing through,” I replied, my voice barely steady.
“Same order as last time?”
I nodded.
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She brought the sandwich and tea, her kindness as gentle as before. I coughed again, and she gave me a soft look of concern.
Our conversation stayed light, but every word from her felt like it pulled at something deep inside me.
Then the man and the boy came in again. I watched as the boy ran to her, and she hugged him close.
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When she came by my table later, I said softly, “You have a lovely family.”
Sarah smiled. “Thank you. But that’s my brother and my nephew.”
The breath I’d been holding finally left my lungs. I knew I couldn’t keep coming like this. I couldn’t sit there in silence, hiding.
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That night, I waited outside the diner until her shift ended. When she stepped into the parking lot, pulling her jacket tighter, I approached.
“Sarah,” I called, my voice shaking.
She turned, surprised. “Oh, hi. You’re still here?”
“I… I need to talk to you.”
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Concern crossed her face. “Is everything okay?”
I took a step closer and reached into my bag, pulling out the letter. My fingers shook as I held it out to her.
She glanced down at the envelope, her expression softening the moment she saw the handwriting.
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Slowly, she reached for it, her hands starting to tremble as well. Her lips parted, but no words came out.
She looked up at me, her eyes filling with tears. And in that moment, without needing me to say anything, she understood.
Tears rolled down her cheeks as she whispered, “Can I… can I hug you?”
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I nodded, my throat too tight to speak.
She wrapped her arms around me, and I fell into her. We stood there, crying, holding each other under the soft glow of the parking lot lights.
When we finally stepped back, she smiled through her tears.
“Would you come back inside? I’d love to talk.”
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I nodded, wiping my face.
We sat at a quiet table, away from the others. She poured tea for both of us. At first, we sat in silence.
Then she told me everything. How young she’d been. How scared. How much she had loved me.
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She said my biological father had wanted to keep me, but couldn’t. They stayed in touch, both wondering about me all these years.
I listened. I told her about my life and childhood. How my parents loved and gave me everything.
“I was angry at them,” I admitted softly. “But they did love me. They still do.”
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Sarah squeezed my hand. “I’m grateful they raised you.”
When we stood to leave, she hugged me again. “I’d love to see you again,” she said.
“I’d like that,” I answered.
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That night, back in my apartment, I picked up my phone. I stared at the screen for a long time before typing the message to the family group.
“Thank you for loving me. Thank you for raising me. I’m coming home for breakfast tomorrow.”
When I hit send, something inside me finally felt at peace.
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