A tribute to the forgotten dads who contiually hold the fort

Story from mamamia.com.au by Penny Shipway

It’s 2am and I am woken by the sounds of two little feet shuffling down the hallway: flannelette against carpet. It’s bloody cold. And dark. I can hear the heavy breathing of my two-year-old daughter, between the sucking of her dummy as she makes her way closer to Daddy’s side of the bed.
I lie and wait for the usual scenario to take place.
(Photo credit: Survivor Pediatrics)

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