My Dad Raised Me Alone After My Birth Mother Walked Away and Left Me in His Bicycle Basket at Three Months Old — Eighteen Years Later, She Appeared at My Graduation

I gripped Dad’s wrist. “Dad, what is she talking about? Who is she?”

He looked down at me. His mouth opened, but before he could answer, the woman interrupted.

“I’m your mother, and this man has lied to you your entire life!”

My thoughts scattered in every direction. My mother was standing at my graduation, and everyone was watching.

She reached for my hand. “You belong with me.”

“Dad, what is she talking about? Who is she?”

I instinctively pulled away.