I wasn’t mad that she didn’t want me, because she gave me to someone who loved me more than anyone else in the world and showed me that every single day—plus she gave me my copper hair. And I was grateful that she had semi-decent taste in men, because my dad was the best man I’d ever known. Because of him, my life was full. He was the only parent I needed—as long as we had each other, we were okay.
