At seventeen, I placed my baby boy for adoption after his father abandoned us. Decades later, I learned he’d spent years searching for me—and he’d been living less than ten miles away the entire time.
The first person I told I was pregnant was my boyfriend. I was seventeen. Scared. Still wearing my school backpack because I’d gone straight from the clinic to meet him. …
At seventeen, I placed my baby boy for adoption after his father abandoned us. Decades later, I learned he’d spent years searching for me—and he’d been living less than ten miles away the entire time. Read More
