Here’s a much shorter version that preserves the emotional arc and key events:
Three years ago, I never imagined I’d be estranged from my father. Life was simple then—until two pink lines changed everything. At 25, I was a junior architect in love with Lucas, a kind carpenter with a quiet strength. When I told my father I was pregnant and marrying Lucas, he disowned me. “You’re no longer my daughter,” he said. I left home that night.
Life with Lucas was hard. We struggled in his tiny house, expecting twins—then triplets. But we endured. Lucas worked tirelessly, and his talent eventually brought success. Slowly, we built a stable, loving home.
Then, out of the blue, my father called. He wanted us back—me and the children. He came, expecting to rescue us, only to find we didn’t need saving. He left, but didn’t drive away. Hours later, he returned, broken and tearful. “I was wrong,” he said. “You’ve built something beautiful.”
That day, I got my father back. And the triplets? They got a grandpa.
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