If you’re reading this, then I’ve either found the courage I didn’t have… or I’ve run out of time.
I don’t know how to explain why I stayed away. I’ve tried a hundred times, and every time it sounded like an excuse. You were never just someone from my past.
You were the life I thought I’d have.”
I paused for a second, steadying myself.
“I don’t know how to explain why I stayed away.“
Then I kept going.
“I wanted to tell you the truth so many times.
I wrote letters. I kept them.
I told myself I’d send them when the time was right.
But I waited too long. There’s something you deserve to know.”
My heart started to pound.
“I wanted to tell you the truth so many times.”
I continued reading,
“After our brief night together in high school… I got pregnant. When I told my parents, they didn’t give me much of a choice. When I refused to have an abortion, they pulled me out of school.
Took me away. Cut off everything that connected me to that life, including you.”
My hands trembled as I read on, tears springing to my eyes.
“I didn’t get to say goodbye. And I didn’t get to tell about being a father.
Our daughter grew up strong. Kind. She has your heart.”
“After our brief night together in high school… I got pregnant.”
The words blurred for a second before I forced myself to focus again. I stopped reading and lifted my eyes toward Mia. She, like the others, was watching me in anticipation. I looked back down at the letter.
“I told myself I was protecting you. That I was giving you a chance at a different life.
But the truth is… I was scared. If I ever got the chance, I would’ve told you everything. I would’ve told you that I never stopped loving you. You deserved to know that. If you’re reading this now… I’m sorry it took this long.
And I hope, somehow, you found your way to us.
—Charlotte.”
“I told myself I was protecting you.”
A tear slipped down before I could stop it. Nine faces looked back at me, waiting.
I lowered the letter slowly. Then, I got up and walked toward Mia.
“You knew?” I asked quietly.
She nodded. “We figured it out when we read the letters. But we didn’t know how to tell you.”
I looked at her. And suddenly… things made sense. The way she carried herself and looked at me sometimes, as if there was something unspoken between us.
“You knew?”
Then I pulled her tightly into my arms.
“I don’t need a DNA test.”
Mia let out a broken laugh. “I know.”
I pulled back and gestured for the other eight to join us, and we shared a huge hug!
“You’re all my daughters,” I said. “That doesn’t change anything.”
And it didn’t.
“You’re all my daughters.”
