The Day I Discovered My Missing Piece

The delivery room was a blur of pain and fear. I remember holding Lucas afterward, believing he was my only child. For twenty years, I never questioned it—until I saw a mirror image of my son in a bookstore.

Marco was his name. Same birthday. Same face. My heart knew before my mind could catch up.

Hospital records revealed the unthinkable: I’d given birth to twins. One was taken home by another family, while I was told the second had died. A mistake—or a secret?

Meeting Marco’s parents was bittersweet. They’d loved him fiercely, just as I’d loved Lucas. But instead of fighting, we chose to share. Now, our family is bigger, messier, and more whole than I ever dreamed.

Some stories don’t end where they should. But maybe that’s because the best parts come later.

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