Parts of this are true. While I obviously didn't die, I did reach a point in my adult life when my biological mother wanted to "make amends" and "be my mother again" but it was too late. Because I grew up with an adopted family I called another my real mother... as sad as it is to say, I didn't need my biological mother for a genuine mother. I think it's one of those odd compilations of having two mothers, the adopted and biological.