They Called My Four Girls “Failed Attempts at a Son” — They Forgot I Was the One Who Saved the Family Company From Bankruptcy

“Can I please speak to my daughters?” “You can ask them yourself,” I said.

“The choice belongs entirely to them.” Chloe and Cami flatly refused.

Sophia gave him two polite minutes and handed the phone back.

And Maya told him, brightly, that she had seen flamingos at the Boston gardens, and then ran off to play.

I did not force them to forgive their father.

I also did not teach them to hate him.