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Norma K. Perrine
“This is my dad. I’m 33 weeks pregnant, on my own, with a 5 year old. He helped me move today, all day, without complaining once. He raised me on his own after he fought for me and won full custody when I was just a baby.
I’ve never had someone I could rely on as much as I can rely on him. While my decisions haven’t always been the wisest, he has consistently supported me. His love is unwavering, and I take great pride in being his daughter. If I can emulate half the parenting he has provided, I would consider it a success.”
Credit: Nicole Elizabeth
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