I miss them.

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I still call them my daughter. My son.

I was their daddy. They called me daddy.

Things happened. Life happened.

I’m still involved… as much as I can.
It’s my duty as father. As a man.

Now they call me by name.

When asked about them by my friends I still get tongue tied.

How do I refer to them?

As my girls’ big brother and sister? My first daughter and son?

My former step-daughter and step-son?


About the author

Teevee Aguirre

Teevee Aguirre is a storyteller, artist, and podcasting dad on a mission to become a better ancestor. He writes about life, fatherhood, and the beautifully messy journey of personal growth—wins, losses, and everything in between. A firm believer that struggle makes the best stories, he embraces his role as Father, Son, Super Model—not on the runway, but in the art of being a role model (a title his kids may or may not co-sign).

By Teevee Aguirre