He Drew Our Rescue Dog as Family—And the School Tried to Erase Him

the door.

Tail wagging.

Eyes soft.

Still showing up.

And I swear, as I knelt to scratch his graying muzzle, I felt the truth of the whole story settle in my bones:

The world can argue all it wants about what counts as family.

But love doesn’t ask permission.

Love doesn’t present paperwork.

Love doesn’t care what a definition says.

Love just… stays.

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