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.