When Adrian moved in with his daughter, Amila, I was excited to bond with her. But something felt off. Every morning, Amila woke up before everyone and made elaborate breakfasts—scrambled eggs, pancakes, fresh juice. She also tidied the house and pressed Adrian’s clothes. At first, I thought it was just her trying to help, but then I found her in the kitchen one morning, flipping pancakes with precision.
I asked why she woke up so early to do all this. She told me she feared Adrian wouldn’t love her if she didn’t do everything, because she overheard him saying a woman’s worth was tied to chores. I was horrified.
That night, I confronted Adrian. I told him Amila believed she had to earn his love through chores, because of something he said about his ex-wife. Adrian was distressed, admitting he never meant for her to take it that way.
The next morning, Adrian made breakfast for Amila and reassured her that she didn’t have to earn his love. “You’re my daughter, and that’s all you ever have to be.” Amila finally felt the freedom to just be a child again.
