Eventually, we had a DNA test done.
When the results came back, there was no longer any doubt.
Rebecca was my biological daughter.
Robert had kept a secret from me for decades that he never should have hidden, yet at the same time, he had tried from a distance to make sure she was all right.
I was furious with him.
It took me months to forgive him.
But during those months, something unexpected happened.
Rebecca became part of our family. She met her half-brothers and half-sisters.
She met grandchildren she hadn’t even known existed.
And every Sunday, she started coming to our house for dinner.
All of this happened because our granddaughter posted one ordinary photograph on Facebook.
A photograph we almost decided not to take at all.
Sometimes I still look at it and think about how strange life can be.
For 58 years, I believed that one of my children had been taken from this world.
In reality, she had simply been waiting for the day when we would finally find each other.
