My mom vanished when I was 12. The police couldn’t find her, and I never saw Dad shed a tear. Then he suddenly left the country, and his mom raised me.
Last week, I visited Grandma before she passed. She wept, saying, “Forgive me… Your mom didn’t vanish; she chose to leave. She told your dad never to contact her again.”
I was stunned. Mom had me at 17, unprepared for motherhood. At 12, she left for Argentina to be with someone else. Heartbroken, Dad couldn’t stay and left me with Grandma. The police search was a fabricated story to make me believe she’d gone missing. My life was built on a lie. Now, I’m grappling with how to move forward.
