I Became a Mother at 17 – Years Later, My Son Took a DNA Test to Find His Father but Uncovered a Truth That Left Me Weak in the Knees

“Leo?”

He dragged a hand through his hair. “Mom, can you sit down? Please?”

Nobody says that casually when you’ve raised them alone.

I wiped my hands on a dish towel and tried for humor anyway. “If you got someone pregnant… I need ten seconds to become the kind of mother who handles that well. I’m too young to be a Glam-ma.”

That got me the faintest breath of a laugh.

“Not that, Mom.”

“Okay. Great. Not great, but better.”

I sat at the kitchen table. Leo stayed standing for a second, then finally sat across from me.