He Took the Credit, But It Wasn’t His to Take

At my wedding, the reception was glowing fairy lights, jazz music, everything perfect. I had a short thank-you speech ready, mostly for Daniel, my stepfather, the man who raised me. Then my biological father who’d shown up late and already had wine in hand stood and made a toast. “From the day she was born,…
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