Pianist Always Leaves a Free Ticket for a Special Guest and Breaks Down in Tears the Day Someone Finally Takes It

Miley could listen to Ian’s music for hours. However, as she finds herself falling in love with the young pianist, she learns about Nora, a woman for whom he has been reserving a ticket at every performance. When the ticket is finally claimed, Ian is forced to confront his past.

Ian sat alone at the grand piano, the faint echoes of his notes filling the empty concert hall.

His fingers danced over the keys with precision, yet his movements carried a natural fluidity, as if the music were flowing straight from his soul.

Each note lingered in the air, a delicate thread weaving through the silence. His eyes, nearly closed, gave him the appearance of being lost in a dream.

At the entrance, Miley stood quietly, her breath catching each time Ian struck a particularly moving chord.

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She felt a warmth in her chest, an admiration that made her heart beat just a little faster.

The way he poured his heart into the music mesmerized her. She didn’t dare move, not wanting to interrupt the magic.

A soft shuffle of footsteps broke the silence. Rosa, the kind-hearted older woman who had worked at the theater for decades, approached Miley with a knowing smile.

“He’s good, isn’t he?” Rosa whispered, her voice barely audible, as if speaking louder would break the spell.

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Miley nodded quickly, then stumbled over her words.

“He’s very good… I mean, he plays very well. That’s what I meant.”

Rosa chuckled softly, her eyes twinkling.

“Don’t be shy, sweetheart. You’re young—this is the time for such feelings.”

Miley’s cheeks flushed a deep pink.

“You’ve got it all wrong. I just like how he plays, that’s all.”

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“Sure, sure,” Rosa teased, her smile widening.

As Ian’s final note faded into the air, he exhaled deeply, turning to look around the hall.

Spotting Rosa and Miley, he broke into a wide smile and waved, jogging over to them.

“Great performance, Ian, as always,” Rosa praised warmly.

“Thank you, Rosa,” Ian replied. Then, almost as an afterthought, he added, “Did you remember to set aside the ticket?”

“As always, Ian—one ticket for Nora,” Rosa said with a reassuring nod.

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Ian’s face softened, a look of quiet gratitude flickering across his features. “Thank you,” he said sincerely before heading out of the building.

Curiosity burned in Miley’s chest.

“What’s this ticket about?” she asked Rosa.

Rosa leaned closer, her voice lowering as if sharing a secret. “As long as I’ve known Ian, he always sets aside one ticket before every performance. It’s always for Nora.”

Miley frowned slightly.

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“Who is she? His mom? Sister? Girlfriend?” Her voice wavered with unease.

Rosa shrugged.

“I don’t know. She’s never come to any of his performances. But Ian keeps leaving a ticket for her, never explaining who she is.”

“That’s so sad,” Miley murmured, her heart aching for Ian.

“Yes, it is,” Rosa agreed. Then, with a small smile, she added, “But maybe it’s for the best—keeps a bit of mystery in his performances.”

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Miley nodded, but her thoughts lingered on the name: Nora. Who was she, and why did she hold such a place in Ian’s heart?

Miley stood frozen in front of Ian’s dressing room door, her palms damp with nervous sweat.

She wrung her hands together, muttering under her breath, rehearsing the words that refused to come out smoothly.

“Just say it. ‘Ian, do you want to go for a walk?’ It’s not that hard,” she whispered, but her voice trembled even in the quiet.

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Taking a shaky breath, she straightened her shoulders and stepped forward, her hand reaching for the door.

Before she could knock, it swung open. Ian stood there, his hand still on the doorknob, his surprised eyes meeting hers.

“Miley… Hi,” he said, his voice warm but puzzled.

“Hi, Ian,” she replied, her throat suddenly dry. She swallowed hard, her mind scrambling for the words she had practiced.

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“Is something wrong?” Ian asked, concern flickering across his face. “Did you need something?”

“No… I mean, yes. Yes, I did.” Miley’s voice was unsteady, and she hated how unsure she sounded.

“Listen, Ian, I’ve been wanting to ask you something for a long time.”

Ian tilted his head, curious. “Ask me what?”

She hesitated, then blurted out, “Would you like to… I mean, do you want to, after your performance…”

“Do I want to what?” he prompted gently.

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“Go to the park with me,” she said quickly, her cheeks flushing. “For a walk. With me.”

Ian stared at her for a moment, and she felt her heart thudding loudly in her chest.

He opened his mouth, then closed it, looking thoughtful. Finally, he sighed, and his expression turned somber.

“I’m sorry, Miley. I’d really like to, but I can’t.”

Her brow furrowed. “I don’t understand… Why not?”

“I can’t say,” he said softly, avoiding her gaze.

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“Is it because of Nora?” she asked, the name slipping out before she could stop it.

Ian flinched slightly, his jaw tightening.

“You don’t understand… I’m sorry, the performance is starting soon. I need to prepare.”

Before she could say anything else, Ian brushed past her, walking briskly down the hall.

Miley stood there, her heart sinking, tears threatening to spill as his words echoed in her mind.

She sat on the cold bench near the cloakroom, her face buried in her hands. Quiet sobs shook her shoulders as she tried to make sense of everything.

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Her tears blurred the familiar surroundings, but she barely noticed. All she could think about was Ian—his music, his distant smile, and his refusal.

From across the room, Rosa noticed the young woman and hurried over. Her soft footsteps were comforting in the otherwise silent space.

“Miley, dear, what happened?” Rosa asked gently, sitting beside her. Her warm hand rested lightly on Miley’s shoulder.

“I’m such a fool. A complete fool,” Miley blurted out between sobs. “Why did I ever think I deserved this?”

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Rosa frowned, her kind eyes filled with concern.

“Don’t say that! You’re a smart and beautiful young woman. Tell me what happened.”

Miley sniffled, wiping her face with her sleeve.

“I talked to Ian,” she began, her voice shaking. “I wanted to ask him out.”

“And what did he say?” Rosa asked carefully.

“He said he’d like to but couldn’t,” Miley said, her voice breaking.

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“He didn’t explain anything. He just walked away! It’s all because of that Nora! But she doesn’t even care about him! She doesn’t even come to his performances! And I do! I appreciate him!”

“Oh, sweetie,” Rosa said, her voice soothing. “Don’t be upset. It’s not the end of the world. You’ll find your true love.”

Miley shook her head, her tears slowing but her resolve hardening. “No!” she said firmly. “I’m going to fight for him.”

Before Rosa could respond, Miley stood, wiped her face, and marched toward Ian’s dressing room.

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Determination burned in her eyes as she reached the door. She knocked softly. No answer. Carefully, she turned the knob and stepped inside.

The room was neat, almost too neat, as though Ian had been trying to keep everything in perfect order to hide the chaos within.

Miley scanned the desk, her gaze landing on a leather-bound journal. Her hands trembled as she picked it up.

“This isn’t right,” she whispered to herself, but the thought of understanding Ian pushed her forward.

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She opened the journal and flipped through the pages, searching for the name that had haunted her thoughts: Nora.

Her breath hitched when she found it. The words leaped off the page:

“I’ve been invited to audition at the theater. They want to hear me play and evaluate my skills. I didn’t want to go—I didn’t see the point in embarrassing myself again—but Nora thought differently. She convinced me to go. I don’t know what I’d do without her…”

Miley’s eyes widened as she read. She turned another page:

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“I got the part! I don’t know how it happened, but they want me to play there. An agent even took my number and promised to set up performances for me. I can’t believe it—it’s all thanks to Nora!”

She kept flipping until she reached the final page. Her heart stopped when she saw the yellowed newspaper clipping glued to it.

The headline read: “After a tragic fire, 26-year-old Nora Gates has passed away…”

Miley’s hands fell to her sides as tears streamed down her cheeks. Now she understood.

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Nora wasn’t some distant, uncaring figure—she was Ian’s late girlfriend, the woman who had believed in him when he didn’t believe in himself.

Miley gently placed the journal back on the desk and left the room, her heart heavy with the weight of her discovery.

The theater buzzed with quiet anticipation as the lights dimmed and Ian prepared to take his place at the piano.

His heart raced, not from stage fright, but from Rosa’s words just moments earlier.

“Ian, someone finally took your ticket,” she had whispered.

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“What!? That can’t be!” he had exclaimed, his voice sharp with disbelief.

Rosa had only shrugged, her expression a mix of curiosity and amusement, before walking away.

The melody filled the room, soft yet powerful, like waves crashing and retreating.

Still, his eyes darted toward the reserved seat every few minutes. At first, it was empty, just as it always had been.

A pang of relief—or was it disappointment?—settled in his chest.

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Then, partway through a piece, he caught sight of someone sitting there. It was Miley.

His breath hitched as he stared, stunned.

Miley’s face, partially hidden behind the bouquet of flowers she held, looked at him with both fear and determination. Ian’s heart ached in a way he hadn’t felt in years.

Tears blurred his vision, but he kept playing, pouring every ounce of emotion into the music. By the time the final note rang out, the audience erupted into applause.

Miley waited for the crowd to settle before approaching him. She handed him the flowers, her voice trembling.

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“Ian, it was wonderful. Thank you for the performance.”

“You took the ticket,” he said, his voice low and uncertain.

“Yes… I’m sorry. It was for Nora, right?.”

Ian nodded slowly, his expression unreadable. “Yes.”

“But Nora is no longer here, Ian,” Miley said gently. “I know what she did for you, and I know how much you loved her.”

“You don’t understand,” he said, his voice cracking.

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“I do,” Miley replied, her eyes glistening. “I’m sorry, but I read a few pages of your journal. She wanted you to live, Ian. To follow your dreams. To be happy.”

Ian lowered his gaze, the weight of her words sinking in.

“But she’s gone…”

Miley stepped closer.

“But you’re still here. Do you think she would want your life to stop with hers?”

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For a long moment, Ian said nothing, the silence between them thick with unspoken pain. Finally, Miley placed the flowers in his hands.

“You’re a wonderful person, Ian. Please, allow yourself to be happy.”

She turned to leave, but his voice stopped her. “Wait!”

Miley spun around, her eyes wide.

“I want to take a walk with you in the park,” Ian said, his voice quiet but sure.

A small, hopeful smile spread across Miley’s face as she nodded.

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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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