It Was Never a Gift

Not a name on a building.

A child protected by a love that refused to die when its owner did.

“Say bye to Grandma Georgiana,” Adele murmured, and Finn waved his small hand at the stone, at the flowers, at the whole bright afternoon, delighted, unafraid, and entirely, at long last, surrounded by nothing but love.

Blood can share a last name.

It cannot guarantee love.

Family is not the people who show up once they finally understand what you’re worth.

Family is the ones who saw your worth all along — even when they thought they had nothing to gain from you at all.

THE END.