The Wedding Speech That Finally Told the Truth đź’”
At my wedding, my biological dad toasted, claiming he gave me the day of my dreams.
But he didn’t. Daniel—the man who truly made it happen—watched quietly, heartbroken.
He’d been there since I was eight: helping with school, coaching soccer, working extra hours so I could go to college, and paying for the wedding without fanfare.
When my dad finished, I stood and said,
“Thank you to the man who was always there. I love you, Dad.”
Daniel cried. The room clapped. The years of pain finally eased.
