That letter touched a very deep emotional chord in both of us.
We sat in silence for a while, letting the power of those words sink in. Then Ruben turned to me and said, “I know I’m not your son. But I’d like to stick around—if that’s okay.”
We don’t try to label what we have, exactly. But he brings me groceries when I’m feeling unwell, and I iron his work shirts when he’s too tired. We disagree playfully about movie endings and argue over crossword puzzles, and we make each other tea without even having to ask.
Last Christmas, he showed up with a framed picture. Inside was a painting of my house—lights on, curtains closed, with snow gently falling outside. A small figure was standing at the doorway, holding a wrench and a pie.
Underneath, it read: “Home Is Who Stays.”
I suppose life has a surprising way of giving you back something you thought you had lost—it just might not arrive in the exact form you expected.
Sometimes, the people we are meant to love forever don’t come into our lives at the very beginning. Sometimes, they arrive only after the repairs.
So yes, the washing machine leaked. But that broken appliance brought me a family I didn’t know I was still allowed to have.
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