My grandfather, who is 76 years old, sewed blankets and sold them at the flea market so I could walk again – Then a motorcyclist arrived and said to me, "I've been looking for you for 20 years."

"I won't call you Dad."

"I didn't ask you to do it."

"But have you thought of that?"

"I've been thinking a lot since Saturday."

"I didn't ask you to do it."

He swiped a photo towards me. My mother was pregnant, smiling next to a little knitted hat. On the page below, there were three baby names. Mine was circled.

"Did you know my first name?"

"I knew what name she wanted."

"But you never came back."

"Your grandfather told me that you both left."

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