Chapter 13 - My Son Took His First Steps Toward Me—And I Realized I Had Finally Broken the Rossi CurseLeo was almost two.
He walked slowly.
One step.
Then another.
Then he fell.
I reached for him.
He laughed.
Then stood again.
Clara clapped.
My mother cried.
My father watched silently from the doorway.
Leo walked toward me.
I picked him up.
“You did it.”
His tiny arms wrapped around my neck.
I looked at my father.
“This is what you wanted?”
He smiled.
“No.”
“What then?”
“I wanted you to have what I never had.”
“A family?”
“A choice.”
I understood.
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Power was never the inheritance.
Choice was.
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