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Bear’s phone buzzed. A message from Lily’s father through the prison system:
Bear showed Lily the message. She traced the words with her tiny finger. “Daddy loves us,” she whispered.
“Always,” Bear said.
Their Saturdays went on. No more stares, no more whispers—just community. Veterans stopped by to chat. The cashier kept chocolate milk ready. The janitor always smiled when they came in.
Every week, Bear told a new story—how her father once carried civilians to safety under fire, how he’d sing to scared children, how he said Lily’s birth was his proudest moment.Continue reading…
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