I spent my whole life mailing letters to the address tied to my missing mother, always clinging to hope—until I finally received a reply that devastated me.
I turned toward the playground and smiled without thinking.
When she saw me, she gave a small wave.
I walked over.
For a second neither of us knew what came next.
Then Emma shouted, “Mommy, watch me!”
I turned toward the playground and smiled without thinking.
Beside me, the woman made a tiny sound, almost a laugh and almost a sob.
Then I took a breath.