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Liam shook his hand, calm and certain. There was no bitterness, just peace. And for the first time in almost two decades, I felt it too.
Now, when I look at Liam, I see everything my father missed. Kindness. Strength. Decency. He grew not from comfort, but from challenge. From love that refused to quit.
I used to think being thrown out at seventeen was the end of my story. It wasn’t. It was the start. Sometimes, hitting the bottom isn’t destruction — it’s the beginning of your rebuild.Continue reading…
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