When I met Daniel, I was a young mother with a two-year-old daughter, Ellie, and a quiet belief that love could make us whole again. Daniel didn’t just accept Ellie—he welcomed her fully. He listened to her stories, played beside her, and made space for her in every part of his life. When we married, Ellie walked between us down the aisle, holding our hands. Years later, when Daniel officially adopted her, our family felt complete. I believed love could heal every past fracture. But while Daniel’s love never wavered, not everyone in his family shared it.
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