She Called Me ‘Daddy’—And It Felt Like Coming Home
Published on October 23, 2025 • 15 min read
She wasn’t calling me “Daddy” because I was old. She was calling me that because I made her feel held. Seen. Free to be playful, vulnerable, and powerful—all at once. In that word, she wasn’t diminishing me. She was honoring the calm, the steadiness, the quiet authority that comes only with time.