“And we told her about you,” her mother said gently, stepping forward.
“We showed her pictures. We told her how talented and kind you were. We always hoped you’d come back.”
“Does she know I’m her mother?” Carolyn asked, her voice barely audible.
“She knows she was adopted, and that you’re her biological mother,” her father replied.
“She’s known since she was old enough to understand.”
“How would she feel about meeting me now?” Carolyn asked, fear evident in her voice.
Her parents exchanged a look that contained years of shared pain and hope.
Carolyn, tears streaming down her face, whispered, “I made a mistake back then. I want to fix it. Please…
can I see her?”
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