"I'm so happy you're my daddy." "Me too." Three words from a child. Two words back. And suddenly, everything else you've ever accomplished feels small. The promotion. The bank account. The accolades. None of it compares to this. A tiny voice on a random Tuesday night saying: "I'm happy you're mine." Not because you bought them something. Not because you did something impressive. Just because you're there. Sitting on the couch. Being present. Being theirs. And you realize: This is the win. Not th

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