My father never approved of my husband, believing I deserved better. On our wedding day, he asked, “Are you sure he’s the one?” I assured him, “You’ll see his good side someday.” He nodded skeptically.
Last week, Dad had a stroke. I called my husband, who was preparing for a crucial work meeting. He canceled it, rushed to support me, and ensured my family’s needs were met. His selflessness shone through.
While gathering Dad’s belongings for the hospital, I opened his drawer and found photos of my husband alongside our children. Dad cherished only the images he truly valued, keeping them close. This revealed that, over time, he had grown to accept and even love my husband. Discovering those photos warmed my heart, proving Dad’s initial doubts were wrong. My husband’s devotion won him over, and I’m grateful to see their bond, even if Dad never said it aloud.
