I distractedly ripped the wrapping paper from my 16th birthday present into minuscule shreds, while I tried to process your words.
I stared into the eyes I had trusted my whole life and saw my own pain mirrored back at me.
“You will always be my baby”, whispered the woman I had forever thought of as my real mum.
Clutching the bundle of letters from a biological mother I never knew existed until today against my aching heart I asked “I was abandoned”?
“You were a gift. Very wanted and always loved”.
You hugged me. You still felt like home.
Written for Friday Fictioneers. A 100 word story inspired by the photo prompt.