My grandfather Tim became my whole world long before I could even remember it. He was the one who carried me out of a house fire when I was just a baby, and from that moment on, he took on everything—mother, father, protector, and friend. Growing up with him was filled with small, beautiful routines: packed lunches, music in the kitchen, and laughter that made our house feel complete. We had our disagreements like any family, but there was never a doubt—we belonged to each other. And for as long as I could remember, he promised me one thing: when...
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