They Stole My Baby When I Was 17 — 21 Years Later, Fate Brought Him Back Next Door

He looked at me, his eyes tired but kind, and gave me a small, uncertain smile.

“Calling you ‘Mom’ might be a little too much for me right now,” he said awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.

I smiled back through my tears, taking the warm mug from his hands. “I understand.”

“But…” he added softly, gesturing to the mugs, “coffee works.”

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