Two Strangers Knocked During a Christmas Outage. The Moment They Gave Their Names, I Knew Something Was Wrong.

realized something that terrified me: I was afraid of letting them in completely because if I let them in and they left again, it would prove what I’d always believed deep down.

That I was fundamentally unlovable. That people always leave. That family was just a temporary arrangement before inevitable abandonment.

But they hadn’t left.

Not yet.

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