At Father’s Day dinner, my MIL Evelyn slammed a folder on the table and shouted that my daughter wasn’t my husband’s. She waved a DNA test as “proof.”
Before I could speak, my mom calmly said: “Of course she’s not genetically his. James is sterile. They chose a donor—together—because they love each other.”
Evelyn’s face crumbled. When James returned, he confirmed it: “Everything you said is true… except one thing. Willa IS my daughter.”
Evelyn stormed out, never to return. That night taught me: family isn’t made by blood — it’s made by love. ❤️
