At the altar, my six-year-old daughter begged me, βDonβt leave me with the new momβ¦β π
Never did I imagine Iβd find myself again at the altar, hands trembling, while my daughter clung to my leg.
βDad,β she whispered urgently, her big blue eyes full of fear, βdonβt leave me alone with the new momβ¦ she will do mean things.β
Those words hit me like a punch to the chest.
I knelt down to look her in the eyes. Lily was only sixβsweet, sensitive, still grieving her mom, who had passed away two years earlier.
Nothing was easy for her that day: not the dress, not the flowers, and especially not seeing me marry another woman.
βLily,β I said gently, βClaire wonβt hurt you. She loves you. Sheβs really trying hard.β
But my daughter shook her head and buried her face in my jacket.
She cried nonstop, my heart breakingβI couldnβt bear her sobs.
I felt she wanted to tell me something important⦠something she was afraid of. Her little hands gripped my jacket as if she feared I would disappear.
I leaned in to speak to her, but her lips trembled and no words came out.
Then, in an almost inaudible whisper, she said something that chilled me to the boneβ¦ Watch: [in comment] – Made with AI