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

” he asked, lifting the blanket slightly.

I nodded. “Every stitch.”

He ran his thumb over one of the yellow birds, as if testing the reality of it.

“I always wondered,” he said softly.

“I made them yellow because I thought bright things might make storms less scary,” I said before I could stop myself.

He blinked. “I still hate storms.”

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