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Confrontation (Part Four)
Continued from — The Meeting
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Part Four
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. It is written in first person, but it is a figment of my imagination. It’s what I do. Links to Parts One through Three can be found at the end.
Part Four
My parents had aged.
It hadn’t been that long since I’d last seen them — a couple of months, give or take a couple of weeks, I guess. But they looked so much older to me.
After finally agreeing to meet my biological parents, I wanted to see my REAL parents. It took some doing, but between my lawyer and theirs, a meeting was set up.
When they came into the restaurant, following a few paces behind their lawyer, I almost didn’t recognize them.
They were in their early 60s and had salt-and-peppered hair the last time I saw them. Now both of them presented with snow-white locks and the sagging sallow skin of 70-plus-year-olds.
It made me wonder about my own appearance. I had barely glanced in a mirror since the day the police showed up at my office. Had my hair whitened? Was my skin sagging?
I wouldn’t have been surprised in the least if I had aged, but I was shocked at the sight of my…
