I was left speechless when I found out why my wife had asked me to leave my daughter and move out for a few weeks.
I’m 32, a dad named Jake, and my daughter Allie is three—the age where wonder lives in the ordinary, where every leaf can be a treasure and every puddle a universe.
Our mornings start with a shrill, joyful shout of “Daddy!” that makes my sleep-fogged brain leap awake.
By the time I’ve brewed coffee, she’s already turned the living room into a kingdom of…
I’m 32, a dad named Jake, and my daughter Allie is three—the age where wonder lives in the ordinary, where every leaf can be a treasure and every puddle a universe.
Our mornings start with a shrill, joyful shout of “Daddy!” that makes my sleep-fogged brain leap awake.
By the time I’ve brewed coffee, she’s already turned the living room into a kingdom of…
