My mother really did love my donor daddy. There was an inexplicable emotional bond. He never understood he was her muse. She was never sure if he knew what the term muse meant.

She never got a proper education. Another man who loved her often reminded her of this. He meant it to be kind. As a sort of inverse compliment.

Life was complicated when my mother decided to have me. She wanted to bring me to be for multiple reasons. Something none of the men in her life understood or supported.

This was nothing new for her.

baby Edamame™