“Dear Dad, When I found out I was pregnant at 18, I didn’t hesitate to inform anyone. Only you. I was not afraid to inform friends, family, or the internet. I was frightened to tell you. I recall sitting on my bed with Mom when you came in and asked why I was weeping. I could barely say “I’m pregnant, Dad.” before you dropped your head in disappointment and stormed downstairs.

Mom hugged me and promised that you’d come around. I let you a few minutes and then walked downstairs. You were seated on the couch. You looked furious. I couldn’t find the words to speak to you, so I sat next you and rested my head on your shoulder while tears streamed down my cheeks. I was the most nervous to inform you that I was pregnant out of everyone else.

And you were clearly the most disappointed. But, when I got home the next day and found you packing out the guest room for your soon-to-be grandchild, I knew everything was fine. Six months later, you took me to every doctor’s appointment while my partner was at work. Seven months later, you assisted me in selecting a bringing-home baby dress.

Eight months later, you were there to support me during my labor and assure me that I could do it.  When she was born, you wouldn’t let her go. She became your universe, alongside me.Six years later, Papa, you are my daughter’s universe. She wants to call you every chance she has. She wants to see you whenever we go anyplace.

I know you were the most sad out of everyone when I announced I was pregnant at the age of 18, but my baby and I couldn’t fathom our lives without you. And I understand that you cannot envision your existence without my daughter.
You two needed each other, even though you didn’t realize it at the time.”