He Said, “If You Go Through with This, You’re No Longer My Daughter.” Three Years Later, He Knocked on My Door.
Three years ago, my father turned his back on me with twelve words I’ll never forget:
“If you go through with this, you’re no longer my daughter.”
It’s been three long, quiet years since that day—years of silence, heartbreak, and resilience. I never thought I’d see him again. But then, last week, he pulled into my driveway in a black car, the same way someone reopens a book you thought they’d thrown away for good.
Back then, I was 25, working as a junior architect and deeply in love with Lucas—a kind-hearted carpenter with calloused hands and the gentlest soul. He wasn’t wealthy, but he saw me. He loved me with a quiet devotion I’d never known. I knew my father wouldn’t approve.
And I was right.
When I told him I was pregnant and marrying Lucas, he didn’t yell. He just looked at me with cold disappointment. “You’re making the biggest mistake of your life,” he said. “If you marry him, you’re no longer my daughter.”
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