He didn’t want daughters—not enough to keep us home. When my sister and I were only children, he packed our bags and dropped us at Grandma’s doorstep, saying girls “just didn’t count.” For years, our birthdays passed with us wondering if he even remembered our names. We grew resilient, building our own worlds and dreams away from his absence.
Years later, I graduated top of my class, a rising leader in my field. News spread—and suddenly, the man who’d cast us aside was calling. He wanted to reconnect. But the girl he shipped off had become a woman he couldn’t ignore. I realized then that his indifference forged my strength. The pain of being overlooked became the foundation of my purpose—and now, the daughter he once dismissed is the one he can’t look away from.
