My parents knew nothing of my identity (my father died years before I dare come out) and yet they gave me everything. A brilliant thinker married to a pragmatic and earthy woman was the right bedrock foundation I would require to push me forward in life.
We never get a perfect existence but often there are enough ingredients there to concoct a formula that works. It requires elbow grease to be sure, but then nothing worth having comes without effort or sacrifice.
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