But by one person.
One person who had watched from the edges, who had waited and then stepped forward when it mattered most, who didn’t owe me love, but gave it anyway. And sometimes that’s all it takes.
One person, one act of courage, one choice to say you matter. Now, when I think about family, I don’t think about who shares my last name.
I think about who shows up, who stays, who sees you.
Not just when you’re shining, but when you’re breaking. And I remind myself every day: I am not invisible. I never was.
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They just didn’t bother to look.
But I do, and so does he. That’s more than enough.
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