Mourners gathered at a cathedral to bid farewell to Eleanor, a generous and respected woman. Among them was Father Michael, the priest leading the service. Though he had never met Eleanor, he felt an inexplicable connection. As he approached her casket, a purplish birthmark behind her ear caught his attention—one that matched his own. Memories of his childhood in an orphanage came rushing back, along with a caretaker’s words: his birth mother had a similar mark.

Despite the emotional turmoil, Father Michael continued the funeral service with composure. Afterward, he approached Eleanor’s children—two sons and two daughters—and asked if their mother had ever mentioned having another child. The question baffled them, and most were skeptical, even angry. But Anne, the youngest, felt compelled to uncover the truth and agreed to take a DNA test with Michael.

Weeks later, the results confirmed what Michael suspected: he was Eleanor’s son. Though Eleanor had passed, Michael finally had the answer to a lifelong mystery. Unfortunately, most of Eleanor’s children struggled to accept the truth—except for Anne, who embraced Michael wholeheartedly. She visited him often, bringing cookies and sharing stories about the mother they both never fully knew.

Soon, Eleanor’s best friend Margaret visited Michael and shared the full story. Eleanor had fallen in love with a traveler in her youth and became pregnant. Unable to face her strict parents, she placed her son in an orphanage but kept tabs on him from afar.

With newfound peace, Michael visited Eleanor’s grave and whispered, “Mom, I forgive you.” Eventually, his siblings welcomed him, completing the family he never knew he had.