They Asked for My Dads

Summary

My mom died giving birth to me. They couldn't save her.

My dad? He dumped me outside a prison and ran. Didn't even look back.

It was five degrees. I was basically frozen. Barely breathing.

Later, a guard said the whole max block lost it that night.

One hundred eight inmates—death row, life sentences—went crazy. Slamming doors. Smashing windows. Yelling they wanted to keep me.

In the end, they filed a letter.

Not a breakout plan.

A custody request.

Somehow... it got approved.

From that day on, I had 108 dads.

But growing up, I found out the truth.

They weren't criminals.