When I Was Four, My Mother Left Me Alone in a Church—Twenty Years Later She Returned Crying, “We Need You”
My biological mother eventually became someone I knew.
Not Mom.
Not exactly.
We met occasionally.
Coffee.
A holiday once.
A hospital visit when she had surgery.
Some years more contact.
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