Why would I ever want Tyrone out of my life?
When Mom and Tyrone divorced, she agreed to allow my stepfather weekend visitations until such time I turned eighteen, and could choose for myself whether or not I wanted him to remain part of my life.
He'd helped raise me from the time I was two years old. He and Mom gave me a little brother, Sly, who I adored. Daddy always treated me as if I were his blood child. Sly and I had been blessed with a wonderful father. He was a corporate lawyer, but had always found the time to attend our sporting events, take us camping, and dry our tears when necessary. Just because our mom had kicked him to the curb, didn't mean I was going to - he was the only dad I'd ever known.
When I turned eighteen, Daddy bought me a brand new car as promised, and sent me off to college paying my tuition as well. I never knew the extent of Daddy's love for me, but when I came home for winter break during my freshman year at college, with my new boyfriend in tow, I was about to find out!
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