A Stranger Sent My Son Birthday Cards for 12 Years — On His 18th Birthday, the Sender Finally Revealed His True Name

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“Open it,” I said.

“You sound nervous.”

“I am always nervous.”

“About my birthday card?”

“About everything. I raised you.”

That got a laugh out of him, and then he slid his finger under the flap. I was at the counter pretending to rinse dishes that were already clean. He pulled out the card first, then something else.

A folded letter.

That was new.

I stopped continue reading …