I adopted my best friend’s little boy after she passed away — 12 years later, my wife showed me what he had been HIDING from me. I grew up in an orphanage, and the only person that truly supported me was my friend Nora. We were a team, holding on to each other because we had no one else. Even after we moved to different cities, we stayed close. She was like a sister to me. Yet 12 years ago, everything collapsed in a single moment. …

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Family isn’t defined by blood or biology or who brought you into the world. It’s defined by who stays. Who shows up. Who chooses you, again and again, no matter what truths come to light.

Leo is my son—not because of genetics, but because of love.

And that is the only truth that matters.

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