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Though I didn’t subscribe to romantic love for myself, I couldn’t get enough of the familial love. This brand of love I understood and wrapped around me like a fur coat in a snowstorm. I loved my new family. Like for reals.
My heart would swell when the kids came up to me chanting Lady Lo and asking me to teach them something that would tick their parents off. When their parents inevitably witnessed their kids’ new inappropriate habit and discovered whom the children got it from, they did, in fact, get ticked off at me. But it would only be fleeting. Then they’d laugh and hug me to them like I was one of their own.
Because I was.
Theirs.
And they were mine.
I waved to Lady and Sir Hawthorne as they strolled toward the castle. Little Nigel Crissman ran a few circles around me before
