The Night My Stepdad Showed Me What Family Really Means
I was ten the winter my mom remarried, and honestly, I wasn’t rooting for the new guy. Jim entered our lives like a quiet storm — polite but disruptive, smiling as if his presence alone could fix everything. I didn’t care how kind he seemed. To me, he was an outsider trying to occupy a…
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