Daddy's Golden Girl Stole My Life

On my mom’s birthday, my dad told us he had an urgent project meeting and wouldn't be home for dinner.

I assumed he was planning a surprise, so I sneaked down to his car to look for the gift he had prepared for her.

I didn't find any gift. But in a hidden compartment in the trunk, my hand brushed against something soft.

It was a pair of lace panties that definitely weren't mine, alongside a brand-new high school uniform.

Tucked into the uniform’s chest pocket was a laminated certificate for "World’s Best Dad."

The recipient was my father, Mark Vance.

The sign-off at the bottom read: