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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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my mother walked into the room in a cream coat, calm as ever, and said, “He didn’t make it.”

That was it.

I asked if there would be a funeral.

No doctor explaining anything. No body. No blanket. No goodbye.

I remember shouting, “No. No, I heard him. I heard him cry.”

My mother said, “You need to rest.”

I tried to get out of bed. A doctor came in. Someone continue reading …

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