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She supposed, in a way, that Mou might as well be a father to her.

He had stood by her mother and she had never had any sort of father figure there, that she recalled. Although she did not call him Dad, Father, so on or anything like that. Regardless he was with her mother and the father, in her eyes, to their current children.

Which meant he was family all the same no matter what title she gave him.

No, A little shake of her head. I don’t have one. No hurt or disdain in her voice.

That had simply been the way of life for her from the beginning. Perhaps she knew she did have a. . . sire but no father to claim.