I married Molly when her boyfriend left her pregnant. I raised her daughter, Amelia, as my own, while Molly partied and complained about motherhood. After five years, she left us, only to return demanding custody.
In court, I feared losing Amelia. Then, my little girl stood up and told the judge, “I want to stay with my daddy. He’s always been there for me.”
Her words changed everything. The judge ruled in my favor, granting me custody. I walked out with Amelia in my arms, knowing love—not blood—makes a parent.
