Posting How Cruel My Biological Parents Were Online

It’d been twenty years since my birth parents left me, and now, out of the blue, they found me.

I was working a quiet little street stand, selling spicy skewers, when Leroy Hurst—my father, apparently—came right up to me. One look, and he knew. I guess the resemblance was hard to miss. Meanwhile, his "heiress," the fake one they'd raised, just glared at me like I’d done something wrong by existing. Leroy, clearly uncomfortable, coughed and took my hand.

"My sweet daughter," he said, "come on home with Dad. No need to suffer anymore."