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At 17, I Was Forced To Give Up My Baby — 21 Years Later, The New Neighbor Next Door Looked Exactly Like The Child I Lost

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for you to keep clinging to that.”

Then they sent me to college before my body had even recovered.

No grave. No proof. No chance to say goodbye.

Whenever I asked questions after that, my mother shut me down. My father always said some version of, “Please don’t make this harder.”

So I learned not to ask.

I learned how to carry grief in a way that didn’t continue reading …

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