When we visited the house for the first time, Noah rolled into the living room and slowly turned in a circle.
“I don’t know how to live in a place that can’t vanish,” he said quietly.
I took his hand.
“We’ll learn,” I said. “We’ve learned harder things.”
What Stayed With Me
Growing up, no one chose us.
Not really.
But one man saw kindness — and decided it mattered.
And for the first time, the life we built didn’t feel temporary.
It felt real.
And it was ours.
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