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Recently I asked our seven-year-old if he could tell me his story. He said, “My Dad's sperm couldn't make a baby with my mom's egg, so we used the sperm from another man who wanted to help us.” I asked him what he called the other man, and he replied, “A friend.” I said, “A friend? Why would you call him that?” He replied, “Because he helped us, and that's what friends do.” I told him that because we didn't know him and never would, we couldn't really call him a friend, and that was why we called him a donor. Then I asked him if it was okay to call him that. He said, “I know that we don't know him, but if someone was in a building, that building was burning, and someone from another floor came down and helped him, he would still be a friend, even if he didn't know him and even if he never saw him again, because he helped him. That's what friends do, they help people.”
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