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For thirty years, I lived with the belief that I had been adopted, left behind by parents who were unable to keep me. But one visit to the orphanage completely upended everything I thought I understood about my past.\n I had always known I was adopted\u2014my dad had told me when I was just three years old. Not long after, my adoptive mom passed away, only six months later. I don\u2019t have many memories of her, just the faint image of her warm, comforting smile. After she was gone, it was just me and Dad navigating life together.\n But growing up was far from easy. My dad often reminded me that I wasn\u2019t truly his. Whenever I struggled, he\u2019d make comments like, \u201cMaybe you got that from your real parents,\u201d or, \u201cYou should be grateful I even kept you.\u201d\n When I was six, he loudly told a group of neighbors that I was adopted, ensuring everyone heard. By the next day, kids at school were calling me the \u201corphan girl.\u201d The teasing never stopped, and when I came home in tears, Dad simply shrugged and said, \u201cKids will be kids.\u201d On my birthdays, he even took me to orphanages, telling me how \u201clucky\u201d I was compared to the children there.\n For 30 years, I lived under the belief that I\u2019d been abandoned\u2014that I was a burden. My fianc\u00e9, Matt, was the first person to push me to confront my past. \u201cMaybe finding out more about your biological parents could give you some closure,\u201d he suggested gently.\n At first, I resisted. What was the point? But eventually, I gave in. A few weeks ago, Matt and I visited the orphanage my dad always claimed I came from. When we arrived, the woman at the desk checked the records and said, \u201cI\u2019m sorry, but we don\u2019t have any record of you here.\u201d My stomach dropped.\n Confused and overwhelmed, we went straight to my dad\u2019s house. The moment he opened the door, I burst out, \u201cWe went to the orphanage\u2014they\u2019ve never heard of me. Why did you lie?\u201d\n He froze, his expression unreadable. For a long moment, he said nothing. Then he let out a heavy sigh and stepped aside. \u201cCome in,\u201d he said softly.\n Matt and I followed him into the living room. He lowered himself into his recliner, his hand brushing through his thinning hair.\n \u201cI knew this day would come,\u201d he said in a low voice.\n \u201cWhat does that even mean?\u201d I demanded, my voice trembling. \u201cWhy did you lie to me?\u201d\n He stared at the ground, his expression heavy with regret. “You weren\u2019t adopted,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “You\u2019re your mother\u2019s child… but not mine. She had an affair.”\n His words struck me like a blow. “What are you saying?”\n “She cheated on me,” he said, bitterness lacing his tone. “When she got pregnant, she begged me not to leave. I stayed, but every time I looked at you, all I could see was what she did to me. So I made up the adoption story.”\n My hands began to shake. “You lied to me my whole life? Why would you do something like that?”\n He exhaled, his shoulders sagging under the weight of his guilt. “I don\u2019t know. I was hurt. Angry. I thought if you believed you weren\u2019t mine, it might make things easier for me. Maybe it would stop me from hating her so much. It was foolish. I\u2019m sorry.”\n Tears blurred my vision as my voice trembled. “You faked the documents?”\n He nodded, shame etched into every line of his face. “I had a friend in the records office. He owed me a favor. It wasn\u2019t difficult to make it look official.”\n I felt like I couldn\u2019t breathe. All the teasing I\u2019d endured, the visits to orphanages, the remarks about my “real parents”\u2014none of it had ever been about me. It was his way of coping with his pain.\n “I was just a child,” I said, my voice barely audible. “I didn\u2019t deserve this.”\n “I know,” he said, his voice cracking. “I know I let you down.”\n I rose to my feet, my legs feeling unsteady beneath me. “I can\u2019t do this right now. When the time comes, I\u2019ll make sure you\u2019re taken care of. But I can\u2019t stay,” I said, turning to Matt. “Let\u2019s go.”\n Matt\u2019s jaw tightened as he glared at my father. He placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. “You\u2019re coming with me,” he said gently.\n As we stepped out the door, my father\u2019s voice called after me. “I\u2019m sorry! I truly am!”\n But I didn\u2019t turn back.\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" For thirty years, I lived with the belief that I had been adopted, left behind by parents who were unable to keep me. But one visit to the orphanage completely upended everything I thought I understood about my past. 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