"Loyal, kind, forgiving, fearless, nurturer, protector." He smiled up at me. "Joseph acted… He took on a role…. He was the father of the lost." I frowned, confused. “Granda, it's me. Joey.” "I named you Joseph," he croaked out, swallowing hard now. “Did you know that?” “No.” I shook my head. “I didn’t know. How’d that come around?” "Your father wanted to name you Theodor after him,” he strangled out, breathing labored. “He said you were going to be just like him…” he paused to cough wheezily. "But you were no Teddy. You were Joseph." He coughed again. "So, I bribed him with a tenner for the
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