My Daughter Cut Ties with Me After She Married a Rich Man – a Year Later, She Came Back Crying with a Baby

Same stories I read to Gillian.

Same worn pages. Same dumb voices.

I read.

Rosie laughs this big baby laugh that takes up her whole body.

Sometimes she grabs my nose. Sometimes she falls asleep on my chest, drooling on my shirt.

Best feeling in the world.

Last week, Gillian came over holding a small paper bag.

I opened it.

Inside was a cardboard badge with a pin on the back.

She’d written GRANDPA on it in big letters and drawn little flowers around the edges.

“I want you to wear it,” she said. “At work. So everybody knows the scary-looking janitor is actually the best grandfather in the world.”

I snorted.

“Scary-looking?” I said.

“I thought I was handsome.”

She rolled her eyes. “Sure, Dad. Very handsome.

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