I Had a Baby at 17 – My Parents Took Him Away, and 21 Years Later, My New Neighbor Looked Just Like Him

blanket.

Blue wool.

Yellow birds in each corner.

My blanket.

The one my mother had claimed to destroy.

The room tilted. I caught myself against the doorframe.

“Hey,” Austin said, his tone shifting instantly. “Are you okay?”

I pointed, my voice barely working. “Where did you get that?”

He turned, picked it up carefully, and said, “I’ve had it my whole life.continue reading …