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

Not casual.

I frowned and opened the door.

And there she was.

My daughter, Gillian.

The daughter I hadn’t really seen or heard from in almost a year.

She stood on my porch with a baby carrier hanging from both hands. Her fingers were white from how tight she was gripping it. Her eyes were red and wet.

She was crying so hard she could barely breathe.

“Dad,” she whispered. “I need you now.”

Something in my chest snapped.

I’d been waiting for that moment for 12 long months.

Twelve months since she’d called to say, “I’m pregnant.” Twelve months of no visits, no pictures, no update. Twelve months of lying awake wondering if my own kid was ashamed of me.

“Come in, sweetheart,” I said.

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