My dad is unique. In 1971 he had a choice to be my dad or not. There were relatives that wanted to adopt me after the divorce and the abandonment of my egg donor.
It made perfect sense in that day and age to send a daughter to a relative. It was actually fairly common in these uncommon circumstances.
My dad was a young 22-year-old guy in a day and age when divorce and single parents were not at all common. Most especially a man raising a daughter and not being a widow; that was pretty much unheard of.
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