When my ex-husband, Willie, handed our daughter, Lily, a brand-new tablet for her birthday, her face lit up with pure joy. It wasn’t just a flashy gadget—it was a promise, a symbol of the attention and commitment she so rarely got from him. She had been counting down the days until he made good on his word, and for once, I thought, Maybe he’s finally stepping up as a dad.

Oh, how naive of me.

Fast forward a few months, and my phone buzzed with his name flashing on the screen. It was rare for him to call unless it was about child support (usually an excuse for why he was late) or to confirm drop-off times. So, when I picked up, I wasn’t expecting much.

“Hey, Judy… I need the tablet back,” he said.

I nearly dropped the phone. “Excuse me?”

“Uh, Sarah—” his new wife, the one he married eight months after our divorce was finalized, “—she doesn’t think it’s appropriate for Lily to have something that expensive. She says it’s not fair to her kids.”

Ah. There it was.

I glanced over at Lily, who was sprawled on the couch, her tiny fingers tapping away at the screen. She had heard every word. Her face crumpled, and within seconds, fat tears welled up in her eyes.

“But Daddy promised!” she wailed, clutching the tablet to her chest like it was her lifeline.

That’s when an idea struck me.

I took a deep breath, forcing my voice to stay level. “Fine. You can have it back. But on one condition.”

There was silence on the other end. “Uh… what?”

“Since it was a gift to our daughter, and taking back a gift from a child is… well, frankly, disgusting, the only way I agree to return it is if you explain to Lily, in person, why you’re taking it away.”

A heavy pause. “Judy, c’mon, don’t be like this. You know how Sarah is. She thinks Lily is too young for it, and we need to be on the same page in parenting.”

I let out a dry laugh. “Oh, now we’re co-parenting? Because the last time I checked, I was the one handling all the parenting while you swoop in with birthday gifts and broken promises. You want the tablet back? Fine. Come get it. But be prepared to explain to your daughter why you’re breaking your promise to her.”

More silence. Then, an annoyed exhale. “Fine. I’ll be there tomorrow.”

The next evening, Willie showed up at my door. Lily was waiting for him, tablet in hand, her little face scrunched up in frustration and betrayal. I stepped back, letting him in. He crouched down to her level, forcing an awkward smile.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he started, but Lily wasn’t having it.

“Why are you taking it back?” Her voice was small but firm, and my heart swelled with pride.

Willie glanced at me, then back at Lily. “Uh, well… Sarah thinks it’s not fair that you have it when her kids don’t.”

Lily frowned. “But you gave it to me. You promised. That’s not fair.”

The guilt in his eyes was instant. He shifted uncomfortably. “I know, baby, but sometimes grown-ups have to make tough choices.”

“No,” she shot back. “You made a bad choice.”

I bit my lip, suppressing a smirk.

Willie sighed, rubbing his forehead. “Look, how about I get you something else later? Maybe a new toy?”

Lily crossed her arms. “I don’t want another toy. I want this one. Because you gave it to me.”

Silence again. Willie looked at me as if searching for a way out. I only raised an eyebrow. This was his mess. He had to clean it up.

Then, something unexpected happened. He looked back at Lily, and for the first time in a long time, I saw something shift in him—a realization.

He exhaled slowly and shook his head. “You’re right, baby. I made a bad choice.” He looked over at me and nodded, almost as if admitting defeat. “Keep the tablet. But maybe keep it here, don’t bring it with you when you come visit?”

Lily’s face lit up, and she threw her arms around him in a tight hug. Willie looked taken aback but hugged her back. Then, without another word, he stood up and walked toward the door.

“Thank you,” I said quietly.

He nodded once before stepping outside.

As I closed the door, Lily grinned up at me. “I think Daddy learned his lesson.”

I laughed, ruffling her hair. “I think he did too, sweetheart.”

And for the first time in years, I felt like maybe, just maybe, there was hope for him as a father after all.

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