Misha listens intently, his expression unreadable. When we finish, he takes a moment, processing the weight of our revelation. “I always felt there was something different,” he finally says, “like a piece of me was missing.” His voice is steady but filled with a newfound determination. “I want to find her,” he declares. “Not to disrupt her life, but to understand mine.”
Peter and I nod, supporting his decision. Misha’s quest for his origins is not just about solving a mystery—it’s about completing his identity. We promise to help him, to uncover any clues that might lead us to the woman who once entrusted her child to strangers. Her actions, driven by desperation and love, shaped the course of Misha’s life and ours.
As Misha embarks on this new chapter, both in academia and in his personal journey, Peter and I are filled with pride. Our son is not only a genius but a compassionate and thoughtful young man. Whatever the future holds, we know he will face it with courage and integrity.
And perhaps, one day, we will stand together on a distant doorstep, reunited with the past, and finally put the pieces of this puzzle together. Until then, the story of a woman, a boy, and a suitcase full of money continues to unfold, o