When my father who had disappeared twenty years ago called me from his hospital bed,
I was hit with a storm of emotions: shock, confusion, and buried anger. His sudden request
and the truth behind his vanishing shattered the story I’d always believed.
I didn’t know if I was ready to hear him out, but something inside me needed answers.
He confessed that my grandfather had paid him to walk away, thinking he was a failure unfit for our family.
Struggling with addiction and bad choices, my dad took the deal, believing it was the only way to give me a better chance.
