I Became a Father at 17 and Raised My Daughter on My Own – 18 Years Later, an Officer Knocked on My Door and Asked, ‘Sir, Do You Have Any Idea What She Has Done?’ 0

By the time Ainsley was six months old, her mom had decided that a baby wasn’t the life she’d imagined at 18. So she left for college one August morning and never came back. Never called. Never once asked how our daughter was doing.

So it was just Ainsley and me, and honestly, looking back now, I think we were each other’s best thing.

It was just Ainsley and me.

I called my daughter “Bubbles” from the time she was about four years old. She was obsessed with the Powerpuff Girls, specifically Bubbles, the sweet one, the one who cried when things were sad and laughed loudest when things were funny.

We watched that cartoon together every Saturday morning with cereal and whatever fruit I could afford that week. Ainsley would climb up onto the couch cushion beside me, pull my arm around her, and be completely content.