My youngest met her dad finally. He was super nervous. So was I. It was the second time we’ve seen each other since November when it ended so badly. I posted recently about our running into each other. This time it was so much better. It was nice to see the gentle side of him again. The side I loved so dearly. Though there will never be an “us” again, my choice, I just pray he will either do what he needs to do as a father or just disappear completely.