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He Didn’t Have To Be

He was a good man.

He was a man who raised his own kids, three girls, and a boy.

And when he was done, he raised one more.

He didn’t have to marry her mom.

He didn’t have to be a good dad to her.

But, see, he knew the pain of being a stepchild from his own childhood.

So, he raised her, his fourth daughter, as his own.

And she was the luckiest little girl in the world.

Thanks, Dad. I really miss you!

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