My parents said I wasn’t their blood — years later a simple home loan exposed that I was the baby who vanished 33 years ago
I was sitting in our cramped rented room in El Paso, Texas, facing Sophia, my wife, the woman who had walked with me through every hardship. My name is Diego Morales, thirty‑three years old, an ordinary auto mechanic whose hands are always stained with grease and sweat. That’s the man I am today. Sophia is…