I Was Never My Dad’s Favorite. 25 Years Later, I Finally Learned The Heartbreaking Reason Why

Lisa found an elderly woman living alone in the house, and when she introduced herself, Celeste’s reaction was one of visible shock. "Lisa?" Celeste whispered, her eyes widening in disbelief. "Yes, I’m Marcel’s daughter," Lisa confirmed, feeling the weight of her words hang in the air between them. The room thickened with unspoken history as Celeste’s hands shook slightly, motioning Lisa inside. "Come in," Celeste invited, her voice soft yet tinged with anxiety. Lisa stepped across the threshold, bracing herself for the stories buried within these walls.