I turned fully toward my father.
“And there is one thing I am going to sign,” I said.
He looked at me, confused.
I smiled through tears. “Adult adoption papers.”
He just stared.
I stepped closer. “I already looked into it last year,” I admitted. “I never told you because I wanted the right moment. I guess this is it.”
His face crumpled.
“I want it legal,” I said. “I want it official. I want every document on earth to say what has always been true. You are my dad. Not by blood. By choice. By love. By every single day of the last twenty-two years.”
