it to me.”
“Delete it, Sarah.”
I was stunned.
“Why?”
My mother began crying.
“I wanted to tell you so many times.”
“Tell me what?”
She struggled to speak.
“Her name was Rebecca.”
“Who was she?”
Another long silence.
Then came the words that changed my entire identity.
“She was your biological mother.”
I couldn’t breathe.
“You gave birth to me,” I whispered.
“No, sweetheart. I became your mother when you were seven.”
Memories suddenly returned.
A woman singing.
The smell of lavender soap.
A blue blanket.
A voice calling
