My Parents Removed My Seat at Thanksgiving. I Left an Envelope—and the Table Went Silent.

but I recently learned that I might be your father. I’d very much like to meet you, if you’re willing. No pressure. Just… I’d like to know you.”

I’ll respond eventually. When I’m ready. For now, I’m learning to be Regina Seaton, whoever that turns out to be—not my mother’s shame, not my father’s resentment, not my sister’s shadow. Just me.

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