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“Hannah and Daniel wanted me to be her godfather for a reason. I can’t abandon her now.”
My mother begged me to reconsider. “Jake, honey, you’re so young.
“What would you have done, Mom?” I asked her.
“If it was me? If your best friends died and left their child with no one? Would you have walked away?”
The memory of her tears still haunts me.
“No,” she whispered. “I wouldn’t have.”
As I sat in a rocking chair with this tiny human asleep on my chest that night, I made a vow: “I don’t know what I’m doing, kiddo. But I promise I’ll figure it out.
For you. For your mom and dad. We’ll figure it out together.”
As the years passed, Ava grew up as my daughter, and I felt so blessed and lucky to be her father in every sense of the word.
But one day, something I never saw coming turned my world upside down.
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