For nine summers in a row, my parents left me out of the family vacation so my brother could have what they called a “complete family.

As I looked at the photograph, I realized it was the first family picture where I wasn’t standing outside the frame. I was exactly where I should have been all along.

Leaving home never erased the childhood I lost.

What it gave me instead was something far more valuable.

The chance to build a family where no child would ever have to wonder if they belonged.

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