“But I thought… maybe if I loved you enough, I could forget. I couldn’t. She cheated on me, and I hated her for it.” His voice cracked—something I’d never heard before.
“But when she died… I realized I still loved her. I was angry, but I missed her even more.”
He wiped his face, but the tears kept coming. “You look so much like her.
And every time I remembered you weren’t mine… it tore me apart.”
I didn’t know what to say. I still don’t. Part of me is angry.
Part of me is heartbroken. But standing there, watching him break for the first time in my life… part of me still loves him. Because in every way that mattered, he was my dad.
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