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

I went back to work the following Monday.

I had no choice.

Bills still needed paying.

Food still needed buying. Gillian still needed a dad.

I picked up a second job as a janitor.

Day job fixing things. Night job cleaning offices.

I emptied other people’s trash while thinking about how to keep my kid’s life from falling apart.

I learned how to braid hair from a magazine I found in the break room. I burned dinners. I forgot picture day at school.

Once, I sent her to school in two different shoes.

She still brings that up.

I tried. That’s all I could do.

When Gillian was 16, she had to write a paper about her “hero.”

She left it on the kitchen table.

I read it when she was at a friend’s house.

I sat there at that cheap table and cried like I was the kid and she was the parent.

She grew up smart. Tough.

A little stubborn.

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