“Are you…are you…really?”
“Yes, I am…Noelle… it's me…I’m your mommy….I'm sorry....” Feliz bawled her eyes out and hugged me.
I was rooted to the spot after hearing Feliz’s words. I was her daughter, and she called me Noelle. ‘I am Noelle.’ It was part of my name. I had so many questions running in my head, but I couldn’t ask them at once.
I was baffled. Words failed me as I sat there, receiving a hug from the person who had just told me I was hers. I couldn’t even return the favor since I was confused.
All my life, I knew I was abandoned. I was given to someone’s care because I was baggage. A mistake of two people I called birth parents.
For fourteen years, I lived a secluded life. I was loved even when life was hard. Then I found out about my father. Out of nowhere, he came into
