“Then you’d still be you. Smart, kind, hardworking. Your father leaving didn’t change who you are. It just revealed who they are.”
He wiped his eyes with his sleeve. “I don’t need their money.
“I know you don’t. But you deserved the same consideration they gave your cousins. Not because of money—because you’re family.”
“Am I, though?”
The question broke me.
“Yes,” I said fiercely. “You are. But family isn’t just about blood. It’s about who shows up. Who sees you. Who values you. And if they can’t do that, then we build our own family.”
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