My five-year-old wanted to invite her “real dad” over for Father’s Day lunch.
My foot slipped on the brake! We came to a sudden stop. “Your…real dad?” I asked. She was trembling, her curls bouncing. “Yes! He comes over when you’re at work,” she said. I struggled to comprehend what she was saying and simultaneously felt a pang of denial. I turned around, looked at her, and … Read more