I became a single mother at seventeen. Years later, my son took a DNA test to find his father and uncovered a truth that left me completely paralyzed.
I got pregnant when I was seventeen years old. You already know what that intense high school love is like.
After I told my boyfriend, Andrew, that I was pregnant, he disappeared.
He didn’t even finish school.
When I ran to his house, his family had already moved away, and the house was up for sale.
So, I ended up receiving my graduation diploma with my baby, Leo, in my arms.
At first, my parents supported me immensely, and after that, I did everything possible to raise my son alone.
I tried to give him everything he needed.
Eighteen years passed in the blink of an eye.
Despite everything, my son grew up to become an incredible young man: smart, kind, funny, and loving.
On his graduation day, I felt immensely proud.
Lately, he had started asking a lot of questions about his biological father.
I never hid the truth from him…
