I ADOPTED MY THREE BABY SISTERS AFTER OUR MOTHER ABANDONED US — 20 years later, they handed me a letter from her I was never meant to see.
Twenty-three years old, fresh out of college, a job offer in Chicago finally in hand.
I came home early that day just to tell my mom. Instead, I heard her screaming before I even got through the door.
She was throwing clothes into a suitcase while my three baby sisters, only three months old, cried down the hallway.
“Mom, what’s going on?” “I’ve already raised one child,” she said. “I’m not starting over with three more.
I want my life back.” I followed her to the door, begging for even one day to figure something out.
