A Father Who Never Leaves

“I love you.” His voice reassures as he tenderly kisses my forehead.

Hopeful imagination of my biological father. A time he was absent in the life of me and my twin sister.

A girl can dream.

Being young in age and the passing of time have a way of causing memories to escape. I had forgotten what he was like.

We moved from Texas to Virginia and were fortunate to have a wonderful stepfather come into our lives. A man who, along with my mother, cared for and loved us as if we were his own daughters. To this day, I am grateful for him.

But line 7 of my birth certificate held a name.

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