I squeezed his shoulder. "Yeah."
And I meant it. Because here's what I'd learned in those four years of silence: being chosen is more powerful than being born into something.
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And choosing someone to be your family is the most radical act of love there is.
Being chosen is more powerful than being born into something.
And choosing someone to be your family is the most radical act of love there is.
My father would have to figure that out on his own.
And maybe someday he would. Maybe he'd call, and we'd talk, and he'd try to build something new with us.
But that was his choice to make now.
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I'd already made mine.
Choosing someone to be your family is the most radical act of love there is.
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