I Spent My Life Searching for My Mom, When I Finally Met Her, She Said, I Think You are Here for What is in the Basement
The Search for Marla For twenty years, Steve wondered what it would be like to look his mother in the eyes and ask, “Why did you leave me?” Raised in foster homes, he never had the chance to ask her that question. Every new foster home, every new beginning, felt like another reminder of the emptiness she left behind. Yet, through all the pain, Steve held onto a fragile hope—that maybe, just maybe, she had loved him, even if she couldn’t keep him. Her lullabies haunted him. He could still