However, his commitment remained unwavering. I had a hard time accepting him, yet he was always there.
Stephen was there to support me from the sidelines at every school performance, recital, and soccer match. I gradually began to see beyond my rage. He really cared;
He wasn’t simply showing up. Eventually, my barriers started to come down. Even his soft tap on the door and his modest “How was your day, kiddo?” were things I looked forward to.
One evening, I looked him in the eye and said, “Thanks, Stephen.” “All of this wasn’t necessary for you to do.” He gave a pleasant grin after seeming astonished. “Nancy,
I’m here because I want to be. You are kin. While I was packing for college, feeling both eager and apprehensive about leaving home,
Stephen came into my room holding an envelope. With a kind and somewhat unsure smile, he extended it towards me.
