He fixed the chain, explained what he was doing in simple steps, then let me try it myself. When it worked, he grinned.
“See? You didn’t need me. You could have done this all on your own.”
Little things like that kept happening. He helped with homework. Showed up to school concerts. Took late shifts picking me up from friends’ houses when my mom was working.
By nine, he wasn’t just “Mom’s boyfriend” in my head anymore. He was Mark, the man who didn’t try to erase my dad but didn’t run from the mess either.
When he proposed, my mom sat on my bed, hands shaking.
“Mark asked me to marry him,” she said. “I told him I needed to talk to you before I answer.”
“He’s not Dad,” I said. “But… he’s good.”
“Then say yes,” I told her.
So she did.
I really believed he was the man who stepped up and chose us.
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