to Look Like a Great Dad to Our Daughter — So I Let Him Embarrass Himself
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Kyle hadn’t called in weeks—no support, no visits—and then suddenly, a Father’s Day text: “Thinking of stopping by Sunday.” Classic Kyle, showing up for optics, not effort. I said yes—not for him, but for Emma, who still held on to hope. She even had a half-finished card tucked in her backpack, unsure what to write to a dad who barely showed up.
On Sunday, he arrived with cologne, a gift bag, and a girlfriend filming everything. Emma was quiet but polite. Kyle handed her a trendy water bottle; she thanked him. Then I suggested she show him her card. She proudly gave it to him—and his smile vanished as he read: “Happy Father’s Day… to Mom.”
Emma stood tall and said, “She’s the one who tucks me in, helps with homework, takes care of me… that’s what a parent is, right?” Ava’s phone dropped. I calmly handed Kyle a folder—missed payments, ignored court notices, and a lawyer’s letter. Ava’s expression changed fast. “You told me you had custody,” she snapped.
They left in silence, their facade crumbling. Inside, Emma asked if she did something wrong. “No, baby,” I said, holding her close. That night, we baked cookies and brushed off glitter and heartache. As I tucked her in, she whispered, “You really are both my parents.” No In