Wes reached into his jacket and pulled out a folded envelope. My name was written across the front in Miles’s handwriting. I recognized it immediately. My hands shook as I opened it. Inside was a letter explaining that Miles had always loved the color red because it represented courage.
He wrote that he sometimes felt different and had struggled to understand how to express himself. He thanked Wes for accepting him without judgment and asked me to remember that the boy I raised was still the same person I had always loved.
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