After Doreen died of cancer, I found Sylvia and learned why she had disappeared from my life.
Continue Reading »Pregnant with my child, she had been threatened by my mother and pressured to leave.
Her attempts to reach me failed, and our baby was placed for adoption. Letters and records later revealed that baby was Taryn, the daughter Doreen and I had raised.
Doreen had learned part of the story years earlier but kept it from me.
Taryn’s first concern was whether Doreen had truly loved her.
I could answer that without hesitation: I had witnessed that love every day. When she finally met Sylvia,
their shared eyes became a tender connection after decades apart. I still love Doreen, though love does not excuse the hurt her silence caused.
Forgiveness remains unfinished. But watching Taryn and Sylvia find each other gave us something the past had denied us: a chance to begin again.
