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A baby in her arms.
My father.
Mr. Charleston nodded.
“She found you. And she made sure you would know.”
One month later, I stood inside the small house Gloria had left me, hanging that photograph above the mantel.
I used part of the money she left behind to start a visitor program at the nursing home.
Not if I could help it.
Sarah came by that first afternoon to help me organize everything. She watched as the residents smiled at their new visitors, then placed a hand on my shoulder.
“She chose well, Daniel.”
And in that moment, I finally understood.
The family I had spent my whole life believing I never had had been searching for me all along.
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