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When my mom found love again, I thought that was her happy ending—and it was. But somehow, it became mine too. You didn’t just show up for her, you showed up for me. We met when I was already grown, yet you’ve never made me feel like I came too late. You ask how I’m doing, you listen like it matters, and you make space without ever needing to be asked. You love her gently. You treat me kindly. And without ever trying too hard, you became someone I quietly call home. Happy Father’s Day, Pops Kendrick. You didn’t have to be a dad—but you chose to be, and I’ll never stop being thankful for that, pops!
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