I built bunk beds that weekend. Learned to braid hair from YouTube. Packed four lunches before sunrise and kept going, even on the hardest days filled with tears and questions I didn’t always have answers to.
Today, they’re grown.
And they still call me Dad.
We didn’t get the life we planned… but somehow, we got the one we needed. And this house? It’s loud — just the way Eleanor always dreamed.
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