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“You don’t have to call me Dad,” he told me.
I looked at him.
“Then what do I call you?”
He smiled.
“Whatever feels right.”
At six years old, I didn’t understand how important those words would become.
## He Never Tried to Replace Anyone
Daniel never pretended my biological father didn’t exist.
He never spoke badly about him.
He never demanded that I call him Dad.
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