He taught me how to stand without shrinking. How to speak without apology. How to understand that love doesn’t require pain to be real.
In every way that mattered, he became my father.
What Stands There Now
Where the gray house of my childhood once stood, there is now a small center for children who grew up learning how to survive instead of how to dream.
I visit often.
Sometimes I think about that afternoon—the cash on the table, the door closing behind me.
I thought it was the end.
I was wrong.
I wasn’t given away to be broken.
I was given away so I could finally be found.
