Please, please tell me your name. Tears welled in the woman’s tired eyes. Amara, she whispered.
Daniel’s knees went weak. It was the same name from the adoption file. He quickly pulled a folded photograph from his pocket.
The old picture of her as a young woman holding a newborn baby. He held it out with trembling hands. Look, it’s you, it’s me.
Amara’s breath caught in her throat. Her eyes locked on the faded image. Her hands flew to her mouth.
A sob escaped her lips. God, no, it can’t be. Daniel’s voice was urgent now.
Please, I’ve searched for you. I know what happened. I found the papers, the truth about my father, about what they did to you.
Tears streamed down Amara’s cheeks. She sank to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. Daniel knelt beside her.
You didn’t abandon me, he whispered. You saved me. You gave me life.
Amara’s frail hands reached up to cup his face, disbelief in her eyes. They told me, they told me I would never see you again, she wept. After your father died, I had nothing.
I couldn’t feed myself, let alone a baby. I had no choice. Her voice broke.
They forced me to sign. They made me take that photo. They said it was the only way to save you.
Daniel pulled her into a tight embrace. You don’t have to explain, he whispered. You’re my mother.
You always will be. For long minutes, the two clung to each other, lost in the moment. Years of pain, grief, and longing pouring out in tears…
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