My Stepsister Walked Away When Our Father Lost Everything — I Took Him In, and What He Left Behind Changed My Life Forever

So I brought him home.

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The next five weeks were the most exhausting weeks of my life — and the most meaningful. I slept in short, broken stretches. I learned how to lift him without hurting his fragile body. I fed him soup one spoonful at a time, the same way he used to pour cereal for me before school. Some nights, he cried softly, apologizing for being “useless.”

Every time, I shook my head.

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