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I have learned so much about myself and about my wife during this year.

My father showed me everything I did not want to be as a man and more so as a father.

The fantasy perfect parenthood that I had imagined for my daughter was beginning to crumble.

I would like to think of myself as a good son to my parents. I was not the rebellious one.

This was very new and scary to us, but on top of it all, her words stopped. No more momma or dada, or bye-bye.

My first thought when she left the room was there’s no way I’m sitting on that chair.

The journey to adoption from the eyes of her father.

What a weak person I must be. My wife, going through all this and I’m standing here thinking about a brew.