I'm Not My Daughter's Only Father
Just before the new school term started, my daughter's parent group chat, which had been quiet for ages, suddenly announced that the first parent-teacher meeting of the semester would be held that night.
The rule was: both parents had to attend.
A long string of "Got it" followed.
I was about to reply when I noticed someone had beaten me to it. A guy with a family photo as his profile picture sent a voice message. "I'm Emma Sullivan's dad. We'll be there!"
I froze. I clicked into the member list and checked repeatedly.
My daughter's name was Emma Sullivan. He said he was Emma's dad. Then who the hell was I?
I immediately called my wife. Before I could say a word, I heard her cheerful voice. "Honey, my best friend just asked me to dinner tonight. I'm bringing our daughter. Just make something at home yourself, and get some sleep early."
My heart skipped a beat.
Her best friend's husband was my good friend. He had just posted a family vacation photo from the Maldives on his social media. There was no way she was meeting her for dinner that night.
I paused for a second, then smiled and said, "Sounds good."
I hung up, called a car, and headed straight to my daughter's school.
Let's find out exactly who my daughter's other father was.
Bab Populer