My Stepdad Raised Me Since I Was Four – What He Suddenly Whispered to Me at the Hospital Left Me in Tears

let him come inside.

Every Sunday, he made apple pancakes and pressed the batter into stars with an old metal cutter.

One morning, nearly three months after he married my mother, I wandered into the kitchen and called him Dad without thinking.

He dropped the spatula.

Neither of us mentioned it.

He simply placed the least-burned pancake on my plate.

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