A month after adopting our daughter Jennifer, she looked at me with wide eyes and whispered, “Mommy, don’t trust Daddy.” Her words shook me. She was only four, quiet and observant, but deeply attached to me. Still, I tried to reassure her—Richard adored her, even if she was still warming up to him.
Days passed, but Jennifer remained distant from him. One evening, I overheard Richard on the phone saying, “She’s noticing more than I expected. I don’t want Marla to find out yet.” My heart raced. What was he hiding from me? That night, I confronted him, terrified of what he might reveal.
To my surprise, Richard looked embarrassed rather than guilty. He admitted he had been secretly planning a surprise birthday celebration for Jennifer with his brother. He wanted it perfect before telling me—balloons, her favorite cake, and even a custom toy designed to make her smile. He feared Jennifer might spoil the surprise.
Relief washed over me. Jennifer wasn’t warning me out of fear—she was scared of change and unsure if she could trust someone new. In time, she relaxed. On her birthday, when she saw the decorations and Richard holding a cake just for her, she ran into his arms. And for the first time, she called him “Daddy” without hesitation.
