“Single mothers need to stay strong,” Grandma would remind me, despite raising me after my mother left. Even now, with a child of my own, I was still treated like a child,

That day, while doing laundry, I found an old blue sweater at the laundromat with my name embroidered inside. It brought back memories of my mother, who had disappeared when I was young. My grandmother had always said she abandoned me, but I discovered the truth when a woman told me my mother had searched for me for years before donating the sweater.