A year later, we opened a foundation in my late wife’s name — for orphaned and abandoned children.
Ethan ran it. I funded it.
And every morning, when I saw him helping kids who reminded me of his younger self, I realized something I wish I’d known long ago:

Being a parent isn’t about blood.
It’s about showing up — even when it’s too late — and choosing love anyway.

And sometimes, when I watch him smile, I whisper to myself:

“Maybe I can’t turn back time… but at least I’m not wasting what’s left of it.”