My Stepmom Raised Me After My Dad Passed Away When I Was 6 – Years Later, I Found the Letter He Wrote the Night Before His Death

For the first four years of my life, it was just Dad and me.

My memories from that time are blurry—soft flashes of his scratchy cheek when he carried me to bed, the way he’d lift me onto the kitchen counter.

“Supervisors belong up high,” he’d joke. “You’re my whole world, kiddo.”

My biological mother died when I was born. I once asked about her while he was making breakfast.

“Did Mommy like pancakes?” I said.

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