My 5-Year-Old Niece Whispered, “The Chair Hurts”—Then a Doctor Found the Truth Her Parents Had Been Hiding

“Accepted.”

Guardianship was not pretending I was her father.

I was her uncle.

Enough.

PART 72 — THE RABBIT FINALLY RETIRES

At fourteen, the stuffed rabbit moved from bed to shelf.

At sixteen, closet box.

I asked once:

“Keep?”

“Yes.”