I was abandoned as a baby in a supermarket, left in a cardboard box with a note that read, “I will always love you, Sue.” A kind store clerk, Ruby, took me in and raised me as her own. Despite Ruby’s love, I always wondered about my birth mother.
One day, a frail woman knocked on my door, claiming to be my mother. “Sue, darling, I am your mother, and I need your help!” she pleaded. I let her stay, but my trust was shattered when I caught her stealing my jewelry. “You said you wanted to make things right, but all you’ve shown me is that I cannot trust you,” I told her. I asked her to leave.
Feeling betrayed, I found comfort in Ruby’s words. “You took a chance on someone who loved you; that’s what you take away from this experience,” she said. Despite the pain, I knew I had made the right decision for my own peace of mind.
