I FOUND THE COFFEE SHOP WHERE MY BIOLOGICAL MOTHER WORKED AND PUT UP THE COURAGE TO TALK TO HER, NOT KNOWING WHAT TO EXPECT.
When I lost both of my parents at 38, the weight of the world suddenly fell on me. I was their only child, and it was up to me to handle everything—every document, every memory, every corner of the house that once held their laughter. It was painful, but I did what had to be…