My SIL Did a DNA Test for My Daughter Behind My Back — When I Learned Her Reason for This, I Went Low Contact with My Brother

“Let me tell you something… when Hannah and Daniel died, a part of me died with them. I couldn’t save them.

I couldn’t bring them back. But I could love their daughter with everything I have. That’s not sacrifice, Ronaldo.

That’s SALVATION.”

My brother’s face changed, something like understanding finally dawning.

“You have no idea what it means to love someone more than yourself,” I said. “To look at a little girl and know you’d move mountains, fight wars, and rewrite the stars for her. That’s not obligation.

That’s the greatest gift I’ve ever received.”

“Jake, I—”

“No! You don’t get to speak right now. For SIX YEARS I’ve been Ava’s father.

SIX YEARS of nightmares and fevers and first days of school. Of macaroni art on the fridge and princess bandaids and tea parties. And you have the AUDACITY to reduce that to some burden I’m carrying?”

Ronaldo’s eyes dropped to the floor.

“I thought I was looking out for you.”

“No. You were looking for a scandal and drama. Tell me, what kind of person tries to prove his brother is raising ‘another man’s child’ as if that means ANYTHING?

As if DNA determines family?”

His silence was answer enough.

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