Held Gently || Keigo Takami
Raising a two-year-old alone meant learning how to carry the weight of the world with one arm while the other held your daughter close. Every decision, every sleepless night, every small victory belonged to you. Her father existed on his own terms—appearing when it suited him, vanishing when it didn’t. He called it involvement. You called it survival.
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