My father threw me out of the house when he found out I was pregnant – 18 years later my son visited him

So when his 18th birthday approached and I asked him what he wanted—cake, dinner, friends—I expected him to shrug or joke that he needed the day off.

Instead, he looked at me and said, “I want to visit my grandfather.”

I never hid from him who his grandfather was. I didn’t believe in bearing my father’s shame, because if anyone should be ashamed, it was he who abandoned his own daughter when she needed him most.

But I never imagined that Liam would want to meet him.

My father had every opportunity to lend a helping hand, to ease our suffering, even from a distance. A phone call. A check. A kind word. But he never did.

Not once.

So I looked at my big boy and asked, “Are you sure?”

He nodded without hesitation. “I don’t have to yell at him,” he said calmly. “I just have to look him in the eye.”

I asked no further questions.