Michael nodded slowly, tears in his eyes. “I wanted to adopt you myself, but my situation was complicated back then. I was living in a tiny apartment, working long hours, and dealing with Rosa’s legal troubles. The court didn’t grant me custody. You ended up with your mom and dad—I mean, Felicia and Bryant—and you were thriving. After I saw how happy you were, I decided it was best to stay back. I didn’t want to confuse your life. But I always hoped that one day, I could meet you and explain it all.”
I stood there, every emotion under the sun rushing through me. Anger, confusion, gratitude, sadness—somehow, all of it collided. The museum walls felt too small to contain it all.
Michael gently placed a hand on my shoulder. “I know this is a lot. I don’t expect you to forgive me or to call me ‘Dad.’ But I’m here now, if you’ll have me in your life.”
It took me a few days to process everything. I needed to talk to my parents, cry a little, and even vent to my best friend, Simone. She told me something that really stuck: “Family is who’s there for you. You have a pretty great family already, but maybe there’s room for more.”
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