My Father Disowned Me for Adopting a Child Who ‘Wasn’t Really Mine’ – Four Years Later, He Broke Down in Tears When My Son Spoke to Him in the Store

See, Thomas and I were in our mid-thirties.

He’d been married before, and he had a six-year-old son, Caleb.

Dad didn’t like that.

Caleb sat beside Thomas, legs swinging slightly under the chair, eyes moving between the adults like he was watching a tennis match.

He didn’t speak unless spoken to. He rarely did around new people.

The silence stretched.

I reached for my water glass just to have something to do with my hands.

The movement caught my father’s attention. His gaze fixed on me.

“So…” my father glanced between Caleb and me. “He’s very quiet.”

My father hummed, unconvinced.

I carried the dishes to the kitchen so I could escape the tension at the table, even if only for a few minutes.

But Dad followed me.

“Julie, a word.”

I braced myself.

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