I decided that day to never tell the children about their father’s betrayal because they had already lost enough joy in their young lives. On Lily’s tenth birthday I opened the box marked for her and gave her the journal her mother had left behind. Darla had written a beautiful note encouraging Lily to write down her dreams and promising to always cheer her on from afar. We both cried as she held the book close to her chest and I felt my daughter’s love fill the room. My daughter left me with more than just gifts for the children she left me the heavy weight of the truth and the strength to carry it for them.
