Little Girl Handed Biker A Note Saying “He’s Not My Daddy, Please Help”

your mama says it’s okay, and you’re old enough, and you promise to always wear a helmet, then yes. I’ll teach you.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

That was two years ago. Lily is eight now. She writes me letters every month. Draws me pictures. Sends me photos of her dog, Biker.

Last Christmas, she sent me a card she’d made herself. On the front was a drawing of continue reading …