When I was 7, \u201cSanta\u201d left a Gameboy on our doorstep, wrapped in a blue blanket. My parents had no idea who gave it, but I remember Mom tearing up. Dad thought it was from a family friend.<\/p>\n
Last year, after Dad passed, Mom confessed the truth: the Gameboy was from my biological father, who had flown in from abroad to meet me but couldn\u2019t. He left it as a gift, knowing I\u2019d never know it was from him. The blanket was from a brief fling with my mom.<\/p>\n
Nearly 20 years later, I finally understand. I\u2019m not sure I can forgive my mom, but I\u2019m thankful I didn\u2019t know then. My dad, the man who raised me, was the best father I could\u2019ve had, and I wouldn\u2019t have wanted him to feel betrayed.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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