I gave away my stepdaughter’s cat when I moved in.She cried; it was her late mother’s pet. I brushed it off and told her,“You’re 15. Toughen up. You can’t cling to a cat forever.” Her dad stayed quiet. I assumed he was just upset.But three days later, while cleaning, I found a small box with my name on it hidden under our bed. When I opened it, I froze. Inside wasn’t anger or spite.It was a small scrapbook with blank pages…and on the first page, a handwritten note: “A fresh start for us. Let’s build new memories.” Beside it was...
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