Being a single man, they gave me a hard time, but I was persistent, I was interested, I was lawyered up, and I would not be denied. I've gained custody as I wanted, and a year later adopted her as my own child, as I wanted. In fact, I was surprised at how dogged and intense I could be outside of a classroom or office.
The name I gave her is Karen Jean. When I hear her say her own name, I can picture so clearly the other Karen Jean I loved so dearly: "Kiki. I Kiki."
She is my life, she is my heart. I am devoted to her. Now I remember that in their orbital journeys, comets do in fact reappear--or fall into your lap again, as the case may be.
These days, life is bright. I stay well away from the Dumpster of Destiny off of Roscoe. And, as soon as she is old enough, I am enrolling KJ in ballet, tumbling, gymnastics and tap.
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