Over the years, I built a new life with my foster family. They were wonderful people — kind, caring, and loved me deeply. But somewhere in my mind, I always held onto that dream of finding my mom. As I grew older, that hope faded, buried beneath the weight of everyday life — until that camping trip.
We stopped at a gas station, and as I stepped out of the car, my eyes caught something that made my heart stop — a sign, barely legible but familiar. It was the same as in the photo! My hands shook as I pulled the photo from my backpack, comparing it to the faded sign before me. This was it.
Thoughts raced through my mind. Had she ever looked for me? Did she miss me the way I missed her? For the first time in years, I had a chance to get answers to these questions. And I was ready — ready to meet my mother, ready to know the truth.
So that day, I set off, heart pounding with every step. An hour passed, and in the dark, I finally saw the dim light from the station’s sign. My heart felt like it would beat out of my chest. I took a deep breath, summoned every ounce of courage, and opened the door.
Sixteen-year-old Eric sneaks away from his foster family during a camping trip, hoping to find his real mother. After a chance encounter at a diner, Eric meets Eliza, his biological mother, but the reunion is far from what he expected. Eliza brushes him off, and when they leave without paying, Eric is caught by the police.
Back at the station, Eric’s foster parents, the Johnsons, arrive, worried and relieved. Eric admits he felt unwanted since the Johnsons had their own child, but they reassure him that he is just as much their son as Mila is. They reveal that they’ve already prepared adoption papers for him, offering him the family he’s always craved. Overcome with emotion, Eric realizes that he’s finally found his true home.
