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THE EMILY VANCE FAMILY CLINIC
Every child had something named after them.
Daniel stared around.
“He knew what we became.”
“Yes,” Naomi said.
“He knew everything.”
She walked toward a huge wall filled with photographs.
At the center was Julian.
Mucho más viejo.
White hair.
Ojos amables.
Estuvo rodeado de cientos de niños.
Naomi tocó la fotografía.
“Julian arrived here twenty-nine years ago with almost nothing.”
Comenzó a reparar casas.
Then he founded a construction company.
Then another.
Eventually he used his money to build homes for foster families, teenagers aging out of the foster system, single parents and children who had nowhere stable to live.
“He said somebody once showed him what real parenthood looked like,” Naomi said.
Her eyes found mine.
“He meant you.”
I couldn’t speak.
She continued.
“Every year on your birthday, he would come here and tell the children the same story.”
