When my stepdad died, I lost the only father I’d ever known.
At his funeral, a stranger whispered, “If you want to know the truth about your mom, check the bottom drawer in the garage.”
That night, I found letters. Legal papers. A final note from my mom.
Yes, she died in a car accident. But that day, she was on her way to make my stepdad my legal guardian. My aunt had threatened to take me to court, claiming blood mattered more than love.
After Mom died, she tried to take me anyway.
My dad fought quietly — with paperwork, with strength, and with my mother’s written wish: “If anything happens, don’t let them take her.”
In his final letter, he wrote:
“You were my daughter. Not because the law said so. Because I chose you.”
At the will reading, my aunt reached for me like family.
That’s when I understood.
She didn’t lose a sister.
She lost control.
He didn’t just raise me.
He chose me.
And now, I choose him back. ❤️
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