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

So I did.

I pin it to my uniform before each shift.

Most people don’t notice it.

They still just see the janitor. Old guy with a cart and a mop. Someone to walk around.

That’s fine.

Because Rosie sees something different.

She doesn’t care about my job or my bank account.

She knows my voice.

My arms. The way I rock her when she’s sad. The way I show up every Wednesday, no matter how tired I am.

She doesn’t see a man people step around in a hallway.

She sees Grandpa.

And after everything, that’s more than enough for me.

If you could give one piece of advice to anyone in this story, what would it be?

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