My 6-Year-Old Asked Her Teacher, ‘Can Mommy Come to Donuts with Dad Instead? She Does All the Dad Stuff Anyway’

A man with a deep stare | Source: Midjourney

My voice was barely a whisper, ragged with years of unsaid grief. “She asked the teacher today,” I confessed to the silent room. “She asked why you don’t do the dad stuff. Why I do.”

A single tear traced a path down my cheek, cold and stark against my skin. There was no flicker in his eyes, no subtle shift in his expression, no recognition in the depths of those dilated pupils. Just the vacant stare I’ve grown so accustomed to.

He’s been like this for three years. Since the accident.

My daughter has never known the man he was before the massive stroke. She’s only ever known him as the quiet, unmoving figure who stares at walls, who breathes, who exists, but who is no longer her dad.

A woman in an armchair | Source: Midjourney

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