The best kind of love

It was my friend’s 10th birthday & I sat all alone at her mother-daughter slumber party for 1 reason- I didn’t have a mother.

After my aunts cancelled, I cried  inconsolably until they arrived, the greatest men in the world- both my Dads.

Neither of them gave birth to me, but even my biological parents wouldn’t play dress up, watch barbie & ramp walk in high heels that night, just to make me smile.

Adopting me is their bravest deed, after their marriage that the world forbids. And from my first words to my first period, they’ve managed it all with the best tool at their disposal – love.

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