And at that moment, I knew I’d never love anyone better than I loved him. So much of the kindness I’d experienced in my life had been at the hands of Henning, and what made that all the more poignant was that he had absolutely no obligation to be good to me. I was no one, not tied to him through blood or marriage, but only the relationship I’d forged with his deceased wife and her daughter largely before I’d ever even known him. It was in this way that he made me feel worthy. If I could earn the kindness and love of such a man, I had to be worth something even though I so often felt less than
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