My 5-Year-Old Refused to Cut Her Hair, Whispering, I Want My Real Daddy to Recognize Me When He Comes Back
I always thought I truly understood my daughter, Fiona. At five years old, she was the heartbeat of our home—curious, playful, and full of energy. She asked a million questions every day, made us laugh with her small yet insightful observations, and her giggle could light up even the darkest moments. My wife, Lina, and…