3 weeks ago
“Alex’s father left for good when he was eighteen months old. I was doing the single mother stuff. Working at a daycare. Home all the time. Trying to be a really great mom while also trying to fix myself. I remember the first Christmas I spent alone. I was finally in a good place. I was still hurting, but I didn’t want him back anymore. And that New Year’s Eve was the first time I met Jose. He was a friend of my brother’s. We started talking every day. He’d come over for dinner. I think he was tentative around Alex at first. He’d get on the floor and try playing with him, but Alex couldn’t speak yet. So there wasn’t much of a bond. Then the ‘terrible twos’ came. And Alex would throw a lot of tantrums. Jose hadn’t been around kids before, and he didn’t want to overstep. I think he was unsure of his role. But after he decided to move in with us, I told him: ‘I want you to make more of an effort with Alex. He’s part of me.’ And that’s exactly what he did. He didn’t always know exactly what to do. But he brought home diapers and milk, even when nobody asked. He played cops and robbers, and nerf guns, and video games. He came to the parent teacher conferences. That year our whole family went to the Christmas play at Alex’s school. And after the performance, when everyone was taking pictures, a classmate asked Alex where his dad was. And he pointed at Jose. I was the only one who saw it. But when I told Jose later, I could tell that it affected him. Alex still believes that Jose is his dad. And I’m dreading when I have to tell him the truth. They’re so attached to each other. Jose is not the most emotional guy. But whenever Alex asks for a hug or a kiss, he’ll always give it to him. Even if it’s twenty times a day. He’s always saying: ‘I love you too, Papa.’ That’s just how he is. He reciprocates. He’s rarely the first one to express his emotions. But a few months ago we were having breakfast. And somehow Alex found a picture of me holding him at the hospital—right after he was born. He carried it over to Jose, and asked: ‘Where are you? Did you take this picture?’ Jose looked at it, and he started crying. Then he said: ‘Yes, Papa. I did.’”
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She's a very very VERY lucky woman. And that child is too. 💕
God Bless❤️
This is a beautiful story because that’s just what it is...a story and not the full truth. Interesting how people make up stories to make themselves feel better about things. The FACT that she, Jackie, shut Alex’s father out of his life was left out. The FACT that she enabled Alex’s father drug use/addiction was left out. The FACT that she shut Alex’s paternal grandmother and aunt out of his life was left out. The FACT that she already knew Jose because he and Alex’s father were acquaintances was left out. The FACT that she cannot even be truly honest about this painful situation indicates that she still has growing and healing to do as most of us. Jackie needs to be honest before her lies backfire and hurt the one who should be most protected in this situation, Alex, my nephew.
My heart swelled reading this. Good job Jose! 💜💜💜💜💜💜🇵🇷🇵🇷🇵🇷
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He might not be his father but he is his dad. ❤️
@inzayne @margafierce , someday this will be the kind of love you’ll be telling me.
What a Beautiful family ❤️
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@jlee_403 read this... your wife has been sobbing the past 30 mins reading these amazing stories
Look at how they look at each other 😩❤️ they love each other
Fuuuuuuuckkkkk 😩🥺🥺😢😢❤️❤️❤️
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Good man. Its no doubt.. that is his dad.
Chills ❤️
Uugghh that last picture! ♥️♥️♥️♥️ Melted my heart instantly!
❤❤Beautiful
@dubious9000 this was the one I was looking for. Caption first, then flip through the pictures. I’m not crying... you’re crying
❤️❤️❤️ Love this.