I nodded.
“Mr. Bear taught me that family isn’t always blood. Sometimes family is a biker who finds your dying dog and decides that a seven-year-old’s tooth fairy money is worth more than gold. Sometimes family is someone who shows up every week for five years just to make sure you’re okay. Sometimes family is a man who keeps his promise to take care of your dog in heaven even though he doesn’t have to. Mr. Bear is my hero. My angel. My family.”
“She’s right, you know,” he said. “You saved us. Not just Daisy. Us.”
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