Amira didn’t pause. “I want Josh to be my real dad. He already is. He’s the one who stayed.”
The room went silent. The judge nodded and said she’d give her decision soon.
I’m Amira’s father — legally, permanently, finally.
We celebrated with cheap takeout and a loud movie she insisted we watch. Halfway through, she rested her head on my shoulder and whispered, “Thanks for never giving up on me.”
I told her the truth — the thought never once crossed my mind.
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