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

“Next time,” I say gently, “we face things together.”

She smiles.

In the living room Lily suddenly shouts:

“Daddy! Uncle Daniel! Come see my rocket dinosaur!”

Daniel looks at me and grins.

“Duty calls.”

I shake my head, smiling.

We walk over together.

Lily proudly holds up her crayon masterpiece.

And in that moment I realize something important.

Families don’t continue reading …