I grew up in foster care—no real family, no past. This changed everything. I became obsessed with finding that house. Years later, an investigator found it: overgrown, remote, but unmistakable. Inside was a cradle, an old photo of a woman and baby, and a letter from my birth mother. She loved me but was too sick to care for me.
I restored the house. It took a year. I kept the cradle and framed the photo. For the first time ever, I felt at home—not just in a place, but in my own story.
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