Twenty Narratives That Show Fathers Raise Kids in Their Own Way

She “can’t find her sister anywhere” as I was enjoying my typical slim flat white. Not very good, but not bad either. She probably couldn’t have escaped.

I then send the oldest child back into the play area to have another look, and as I pass by, I peek into the party rooms. No mischievous children, no conflict, and no trace of my child.

Upon returning, Eldest informed me that her sibling was “missing… possibly dead!” This was comforting. I’ll admit that when I check the restrooms, I’m beginning to worry a bit.

The wife is outside with her friend, and it didn’t seem like a good idea to have to break the news that I had lost a quarter of our family. The child sitting next to the birthday girl, wearing a party hat, eating a plate of food,

And helping open gifts is wearing a dress that looks a lot like my daughter’s. I complete another lap and pass the party rooms once more when I see something.