From a very young age, Hannah understood that her father had hoped for something different. He never said it outright, but the disappointment was unmistakable. She was the first of four daughters, followed by Rachel, Lily, and Ava. To their father, their presence was a reminder of what he never had: a son. And rather than growing to love what he was given, he quietly withdrew.
Instead of raising them, he began dropping each daughter off with their grandmother, one by one. There was no discussion, no proper goodbye—just a slow disappearance from their lives. Their mother, overwhelmed and unsure, didn’t intervene. It was Grandma Louise who stepped in with warmth, offering the stability and care the girls needed. She made birthdays special, helped with homework, and stood quietly in the gap their parents left behind.
Years passed, and contact from their parents became scarce—until a son, Benjamin, was born. Suddenly, the family reappeared, not to reconnect with the daughters, but to show off the new arrival. To them, Benjamin symbolized everything they had wanted.
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