When my five-year-old mentioned visiting “Daddy’s other kids,” I was stunned. He described balloons
and children calling my husband “Dad.” Fearing the worst, I checked his tablet and found an unfamiliar address.
I went there and discovered something unexpected—a foster care center where my husband volunteers.
He had organized a birthday party, and our son had misunderstood the visit.
What I feared was betrayal turned out to be an act of quiet kindness. My husband wasn’t hiding
a secret—he was giving love to kids who needed it most. I left feeling proud of the man I married.
