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People still judge us when we’re out together. They see the tattoos and the leather and they pull their children away. They don’t see the men who saved a family from the brink of despair. They don’t see the “Mr. Bear” who makes my daughter laugh or the “Uncle Jake” who is showing my son what a real man looks like—someone who is strong enough to be gentle.
Marcus and Jake didn’t just kidnap my twins for a weekend; they kidnapped our hearts and replaced our fear with hope. They are proof that a person’s soul isn’t found in their appearance, but in the way they show up for a stranger when the rest of the world is looking the other way. They are our family now, and they are the best thing that ever happened to us.
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