That evening, as we drove home, I was reminded of something I carry with me every day: fatherhood is not just given, it’s chosen.
I chose to love her when I entered her life. I chose to stay, to be consistent, to be dependable. And she, in her own way, chose me back. She chose to trust me, to let me in, to call me “Daddy” when she was ready.
A Bond Worth Everything
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