She Wasn’t Born Mine, But Love Made Her My Daughter

Every time she rides in my car, helps me without asking, or simply chooses to be near me, she strengthens a bond that runs deeper than blood.

Love Is a Choice

That night, I realized again what I’ve come to believe:
Fatherhood isn’t something that happens by accident. It’s a choice.

I chose her. I chose to love her, to be reliable, to be the one who stays.
And in her own way, she chose me too. She chose to trust me. To let me in. To call me “Daddy” when she was ready.

That mutual choice is what holds us together.

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