At 20, I became a mother overnight when my sister Olivia vanished, leaving her two-year-old son, Jake, behind. No goodbye — just a cruel note: “I’m too young for diapers. Take care of him.” So, I did. I raised him, loved him, and became the only mother he knew.
For 12 years, Olivia was gone. I worked two jobs, finished college, and soothed midnight cries. Jake stopped asking for her and started calling me “Mom.” We built a life, just the two of us.
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I always thought we were one of those Hallmark families—Hayden still hides love notes in my mug, and our daughter, Mya, fills December with questions that make…
