Seventeen years of raising five kids felt like a badge of honor. I was the dad who showed up—early mornings, late nights, always present.
Diapers, science fairs, fevers—I handled it all without complaint. So when Liam needed a blood test and something didn’t match, I told myself it was a mistake.
But it wasn’t. Not even close. As the last envelope tore open, I felt everything inside me go silent—but the surprise I planned would speak volumes.