June then came down the stairs and knelt next to me. She handed me a framed court order.The petitions were submitted months ago,” she stated. “They went through last week.”
I was unable to read the words. My hands trembled excessively.What our biological father left behind was discovered. Ava spoke into the microphone, “You were never our uncle.” “You were always our dad.”
She handed me a framed court order.
Claire used the stage to wipe her face.We just changed the documentation to reflect the truth.”
June stood up and gave me a hug. Everyone in the room stood. I don’t recall leaving.
After three weeks, I was back above the hardware store, hanging two frames from the window’s wall. On the left was the gas receipt notice. On the right were the adoption documents. I gazed at each for a considerable amount of time.
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