When my mother passed away when I was ten, my stepfather, Stephen, became my pillar of support. At first, I resisted his attempts to fill her role, angry and depressed. Despite my resistance, he never gave up on me, always present at school events and encouraging my interests.
One day, he handed me a soccer camp registration, and I finally saw his genuine care. As I prepared for college, Stephen gave me a letter from my mother, revealing that Stephen was my biological father. He had left when she was pregnant but returned, and over the years, he had supported me out of love, not obligation.
In that moment, everything clicked, and I realized how much he truly cared. I took him on a special vacation as a way to thank him for his love and support. During our trip, we grew closer, and I forgave him for his past mistakes. Stephen was no longer just my stepfather, but my real father, and our bond was stronger than ever.
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