Father’s Day was always a joyful celebration in our home—until this year, when my 5-year-old daughter Lily made an unexpected request. As I picked her up from preschool, she sweetly asked if we could invite her “real dad” to our Father’s Day dinner. Confused and stunned, I gently asked what she meant. She explained that a man had been visiting while I was at work—bringing chocolates, playing with her, and claiming to be her father. Her innocent honesty revealed more than I was ready to hear.