never thank you enough. You gave me a home. You gave me a childhood. You gave me a future.’
His voice caught. He stopped. No one moved. No one spoke. They waited. Phil continued.
‘You kept some things from me. And yes, I was angry about that. But I’ve been thinking. And… ’ He sighed. Shrugged. ‘What else could you have done? I’m sure I would have done the same if it had been me. And you did it for the best.’
He paused again.
‘And because you did, I’ve got a family. Don, you’ve always said families are more than just biology. And you’re right.’ He looked round the table. ‘I’ve got my family. Right here, Don.’ He looked at him again. ‘Dad.’
Don turned away, eyes wet.
Phil held his glass up.
‘To family.’
They all joined in. Drank. Ate.
Together.
A happy family.
The tightrope holding.
Tania Carver
