Carol brushed it off as a harmless story to keep Lily’s hair long, but when she implied I might not be Lily’s real father because of Sara’s “wild past,” we knew she’d crossed a line. We cut contact immediately.
We sat Lily down and reassured her: “I am your real daddy, and I always will be.” Slowly, she started to believe it—and even smiled when we trimmed the gum from her hair.
Lily’s trust is what matters most. And being her father—no matter what anyone says—is the greatest honor of my life.