Daddy, can we invite my real dad over for Father’s Day dinner

for her.

She grabs both our hands.

“Now come eat before the chicken gets cold!”

Daniel chuckles softly.

I feel a small smile creep across my face for the first time tonight.

We sit down at the table together.

The dinner starts awkwardly.

Small talk.

Careful words.

But slowly the conversation becomes easier.

Lily chatters endlessly about preschool, dinosaurs,continue reading …