My mother married Thomas when I was five years old. He wasn’t my biological father, but two years later, when my mother suddenly passed away, he made a decision that changed everything.
Everyone expected him to send me away to live with relatives. Instead, he kept me. He packed my lunches every morning, learned how to braid my hair from books, and proudly called me his daughter whenever anyone asked.
Then our family grew even larger. Over the years, Thomas adopted and fostered more children until our home became loud, chaotic, crowded, and somehow full of more love than I thought possible.
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