Even at eighteen, shocked and confused, I instinctively went for safety in the same place I always had — behind the man who raised me.
“Stop scaring her,” Dad warned. “Why are you actually here?”
For the first time, fear flickered across Liza’s face.
She turned to the crowd.
“Please, help me,” she begged. “Don’t let him keep my child from me.”
My child.
Not my name.
Not “my daughter.”
Just a claim.
She waited for someone to step forward. No one moved.
Finally I stepped out from behind Dad and faced her.
“You gave birth to me,” I said, voice shaking. “But he raised me.”
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I took Dad’s hand.
“He stayed up with me when I was sick. He worked two jobs. He learned to braid my hair. He showed up for every important moment of my life.”
I tightened my grip on his fingers.
“You may be my biological mother. But he’s my parent.”
Applause broke out across the stands.
Dad lowered his head, overwhelmed.
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Liza’s face went pale.
Then she revealed the real reason she’d come.
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“You don’t understand!” she cried.
The applause slowly died down.
Tears streamed down her face.
“I’m dying.”
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