A Son, a Stepkid, and an Unexpected Revelation!

I never expected the last weeks of my stepmother’s life to unfold the way they did. I’m not her biological son—that role belonged to Mark, her only child by blood—but I was the one who stayed after her surgery. I was the one who cooked her meals, measured her medications, helped her shuffle from the bed to the couch, and sat beside her when the pain made her voice tremble. Meanwhile, Mark kept repeating that he was “busy working,” though everyone knew his job was mostly flexible hours and long lunches. Still, I didn’t complain. She had loved me without…

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