My dad, Kevin, was my hero. He raised me alone after my mom died, showed up to everything, and filled our small life with love—Saturday pancakes, baseball games, and notes in my lunchbox telling me he was proud of me.
Then he died suddenly in a work accident.
The day after the funeral, a woman I’d never met knocked on my door and said she was his estranged sister. Then she dropped the bombshell: I wasn’t his biological son. I was adopted after a fatal car crash that killed my birth parents—and Kevin’s wife. He had lost everything that night and chose to adopt me instead.
She wanted money he’d borrowed for the adoption, but all I could hear was the truth he’d never told me.
In the shock and grief, one thing became clear: my father had chosen me. Every sacrifice, every moment, every ounce of love was real. My life wasn’t built on a lie—it was built on love strong enough to rewrite fate.