I was adopted at 2. Mom loved me, but always said, “Never go near your birth mom. Promise.” I did.
She never contacted me anyway. At 25, a guy my age came saying that my birth mom was waiting in the car. Panicked, I went with him and froze
. That woman was the lunch lady at our school. I had seen her every day for years—always kind, always slipping me a bigger portion or an extra sweet treat…