My mom gave up all her parental rights and left when I was just 8 months old. Growing up, my dad told me she never asked about me, and so I never met her, never spoke to her, never even saw a picture of her as an adult. She was just a name—someone who existed, but not really in my world.About a year ago, while working at the law firm, I noticed a familiar name on the schedule for an appointment. At first, I thought it was just coincidence, but when the door opened and she walked in, I somehow knew—it was her.
