On the 4th of July I spent several hours on the phone with my daughter Tosha. She is family -- adopted, stolen, received, surrogate family! I love her like my daughter -- like Sheila's daughter -- like my own blood.
She and I have a different kind of conversation than I can or would have with my sister Linda. It just is -- because I am a "Dad" to Tosha, we get into things and joke about things (like her love life, MY love life (hah)) -- that Linda and I don't really have.
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