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

Everyone was talking now, but no one stepped forward. After a moment, Liza seemed to realize nobody intended to help her take me away.

“But I’m her mother,” she said quietly.

“You gave birth to me, Liza.” I moved beside Dad and took his hand. “But he’s the one who stayed. He’s the one who loved me and looked after me.”

Applause erupted from the crowd.

My mother’s face drained of color, and then she revealed the real reason she had come.

Nobody was going to help her take me away from Dad.

“You don’t understand!” Tears streamed down her cheeks. “I’m dying.”