She disappeared from our lives, and I was left to raise our 6 little girls on my own.
I worked double shifts. I learned the difference between ten different shades of pink. I never missed a single school performance. I was always there for them.
Now my eldest daughter, Chloe, was getting married.
When I told her that her mother wanted to come to the wedding, she smiled and said: “Dad, tell her she’s welcome to come. I’ll take care of everything.”
I didn’t want to see Elena. But if that’s what my daughter wanted, I wasn’t going to stand in her way.
On the wedding day, I stood there filled with pride as I looked at all of my girls.
Then Elena arrived.
She was wearing an expensive sparkling dress and carrying a designer handbag.
