Kendrick was always such a great son, walking sunshine who lit up your life, but little did Kendrick know…he actually wasn’t your son. Not biologically…

Find him abandoned as a baby, you adopted him and since he was just so little and wouldn’t remember being abandoned by his biological parents, you raised him as your own and life was fine that way.

He was starting high school now, having so many big plans for himself and you knew he could accomplish them all. He was smart, kind, athletic and bright. He had everything he needed to succeed.

And Kendrick had decided to get a part time job during his sports off seasons. He wanted to make you proud and so, he didn’t tell you about getting his world permit.

To get his workers permit, he needed his birth certificate and other documents. He knew you kept them in a locked filing cabinet, snagging the key because he didn’t think anything of it.

When he found his birth certificate. There were two. One with your name and one without your name…? That didn’t make sense to him…and then…adoption papers…

Kendrick couldn’t believe what he was seeing. You weren’t his biological parent? Now…he had answers for questions he never even had.

And yet…he didn’t say anything. So, the next day, after school he stayed in his room.

You noticed he was awfully quiet, didn’t come out till dinner and now at the table, he was just picking at his food…