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nd three months ago my father had come to my office asking me to sign away something that was mine, and two months ago I had found a letter from a woman who had been gone for twenty years telling me she saw me, and that I was standing now in a room full of people who had chosen to show up, and that this was what family actually was.
Father Timothy raised his and said, to Nancy. She would have been so proud of you.
Jaime’s mother said, to family. The kind you choose.
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