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

Invited inside, Lisa sensed the weight of untold stories filling the room. The house, quaint and filled with memorabilia, felt like a portal to the past. Celeste led Lisa to the dining room, where a teapot steamed gently on the table. They sat down, the silence heavy with anticipation.Celeste’s eyes scanned Lisa, searching for something familiar. "It’s been many years," Celeste began, her voice carrying a mix of sorrow and nostalgia. Lisa leaned forward, eager to hear more, knowing that whatever Celeste was about to reveal would change everything she thought she knew about her father.