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After moving out at 18, my son cut all contact with me. I didn’t understand why. For the first few years, I called, emailed, and sent letters, but he never responded. This morning, I heard a knock at the door. When I opened it, a beautiful young woman stood there, looking nervous. “Hi, are you Mrs. Carter?” she asked. “I’m your granddaughter.”
My breath caught—I didn’t even know my son had children. She explained that my son had raised her on his own, but he’d never spoken about his past. She’d found my address in an old letter, tucked into one of his photo albums.
We talked for hours, and I told her about the love I still had for her father. A few days later, I got a message from my son. “Mom, can we talk? I think it’s time.” He wanted to rebuild our relationship and invited me to meet his wife and daughter. I sobbed for hours.
