I miss them.

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?

By Teevee Aguirre