The Father’s Day Surprise My 5-Year-Old

Father’s Day was supposed to be about celebrating me. Instead, it broke me. While driving my 5-year-old daughter, Lily, home from preschool, she asked, “Daddy, can we invite my real dad to dinner?” I nearly drove off the road.
Father’s Day was supposed to be about celebrating me. Instead, it broke me. While driving my 5-year-old daughter, Lily, home from preschool, she asked, “Daddy, can we invite my real dad to dinner?” I nearly drove off the road.That Sunday, I cooked dinner, poured wine, and waited. At 6:07 p.m., there was a knock. It was Adam—my best friend. My best man. Lily’s “Uncle.” Behind him? My wife, Jessica.Lily, beaming, said, “I told you! He’s my real daddy.” Silence. Then confessions