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

I cried. Not a dignified tear or two. I cried like a little kid.

Shoulders shaking.

Nose running. Tears soaking into my beard and my work shirt.

Gillian sat on the couch, her hands over her mouth, crying right along with me.

I had dreamed of this for months.

And I’d honestly started to believe I’d never get it.

To understand why it meant so much, you need to know how we got here.

I met Gillian when she was a baby.

She isn’t mine by blood.

Her birth mother was young and scared. She left Gillian at the hospital and disappeared.

No name. No note.

My wife and I couldn’t have kids.

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