Hey, hey Waffle gang, I do hope you are well. My name is Mark and today we're checking out some more

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maybe their notification bell too and let's dive straight in to today's first story.

Now today's first story does come with multiple updates

as well, one that was just updated today. And it's from no dinner invite but compiled by

same effing blood who says, I keep meeting my birth mom, but she doesn't know it's me. So the

first story says, she had me when she was 14 and I 24 male was given up for adoption.

My parents told me about her growing up. I still have the letter she wrote me that she asked if they could give it to me if they wanted.

It's crazy reasoned it sometimes and knowing it was a literal child who wrote it saying she's sorry she couldn't be my mummy but she hopes I'm happy.

She was open to having contact but we moved from my dad's job when I was 11 and then it seemed impossible to find her.

But luckily I did.

She's working at the small restaurant and I keep going but she doesn't know it's me.

We talk sometimes and she seems like a nice lady.

Sometimes when she says something like, do you want to refill honey?

Or uses another term like that, I want to tell her.

I don't know why it makes me nervous.

We talk sometimes and she seems really genuine. If it's not super busy,

she's more open to talking about random stuff. I literally drive two hours to come eat at this

place just to see her. And it's like she knows me already, but I'm there once or two times a week

for the past three months, so she always is high with a big smile. But man, only if she knew.

And as I said, we have two sort of lengthy updates on this one as well. But wow. In some ways to me,

it kind of felt like it's got to happen at some point anyway. You have to tell, you know,

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