And in that silence, I discovered something powerful: my worth isn’t defined by their acceptance. I may not be their dad, but I am a man who tried, who cared, and who loved with all he had. Sometimes the bravest act isn’t holding on—it’s letting go. Not out of bitterness, but out of respect for yourself. Because at the end of the day, love that isn’t returned shouldn’t be chased—it should be released.