The father left, abandoning his partner and their small child. It’s a story the world knows too well—so familiar it hardly raises eyebrows anymore. Society even mocks it: “He went out for bread and never came back.”

Sometimes, these absent fathers are even romanticized—cast as sailors, astronauts, secret agents. It’s a fantasy for the child, a softer version of the harsh truth: he left because he was selfish. It’s easier to imagine a heroic excuse than face the pain of being unwanted.
But what if the mother is the one who walks away?

That’s the question Alexey Dultsev found himself asking.
One morning, he sat at the kitchen table, head in his hands, listening to the tick of the clock.
His body ached from fatigue and heartbreak. Across from him sat a three-year-old girl—Karina.

Her green eyes, rosy cheeks, and curls made her look like a doll. She was playing with her porridge and watching cartoons.

Karina was his stepdaughter. Her biological mother, Zhenya, had left.
“Where’s Mommy?” Karina asked, pouting. “Why can she stay home, but I have to go to kindergarten?”

Alexey didn’t expect this moment so soon. He struggled to answer.

“She… had to go do something,” he said, washing a plate to distract himself. “Maybe you’ll stay with Grandma Tamara for a while.”
Karina’s face fell. “I don’t want to! It’s scary there. Grandma says there’s a monster who eats bad kids. She yells. She calls me ‘child of sin’…”

Alexey remembered Tamara—Zhenya’s cold, bitter mother. She was strict and deeply religious, hardly the right person to care for a sensitive child like Karina.

Still, he had little choice. That day, he took Karina to her grandmother’s village. But the moment he pulled up, the girl clung to him, crying:
“Please don’t leave me!”

Tamara grabbed her, scolding. As Alexey drove off, he saw Karina chasing the car, sobbing:

“Daddy! Don’t go!”

He slammed on the brakes, ran back, and hugged her tight.

“I’m sorry. I’m not leaving you. Ever.”

Tamara screamed threats, but he didn’t care. He took Karina home.

Alexey had met Zhenya a year and a half earlier—a stunning brunette with a magnetic charm. At first, she never mentioned her daughter, who lived with her grandmother in the countryside. Only when things got serious did she confess.

Alexey had grown up modestly—his father was a plasterer, and he himself worked his way up in construction.

By his mid-twenties, he was doing well, even co-owning a renovation business. When Zhenya told him about Karina, he was surprised, but accepting.

He insisted they bring Karina to the city. Zhenya agreed half-heartedly, claiming the child would do better in daycare. They married, and Alexey legally adopted Karina. Things seemed to be falling into place.

But soon, everything fell apart.

His business partner, Danil Svitov, had been laundering money. When the law caught up, Danil fled the country—and Zhenya went with him.

She left behind only a note: “I don’t want this life. Give Karina back to her grandma.”

The betrayal devastated Alexey—not for himself, but for Karina. Her mother had abandoned her completely.

Still, Alexey stepped up. He raised Karina alone, even as he lost his business and reputation.
He took whatever jobs he could find, learned to braid her hair, cook her favorite foods, and comfort her during nightmares.

He didn’t just act like a father—he became one.

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By age eight, Karina was a bright, energetic girl with short hair and a love for K-pop.

Alexey knew all her idols and swapped rock music for BTS. He stopped cooking liver and onions—Karina hated them—and mastered lasagna instead.

But when she turned ten, things changed.
One winter morning, Karina looked pale at school.

During gym class, a boy mocked her: “Karina’s pregnant!” The others laughed. Karina, horrified, burst into tears. A teacher took her aside.

“I kissed a boy once,” she sobbed. “His sister said you get pregnant from that. My belly’s getting big… and today I saw blood…”

The teacher quickly realized: Karina was having her first period.

But she had no idea what was happening—no one had ever explained.

Alexey rushed to the school. Overwhelmed and guilt-ridden, he admitted:
“I thought we had more time. She’s still my little girl…”

At the hospital, doctors confirmed it was puberty—but also discovered a benign ovarian tumor.
It explained her swollen belly and rapid development. Surgery was needed.

Thankfully, it was a success.

Alexey took time off work and stayed by her side throughout recovery.

He read to her, played games, and never let go of her hand.

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One evening, her teacher, Kristina, visited.

She brought books and comfort—and quietly became part of their lives.

She helped Alexey understand what Karina needed as a growing girl—dresses, cosmetics, open conversations. Over time, Kristina and Alexey grew closer. Eventually, they married.

Karina now had two parents—not by blood, but by love.

Their home, once marked by abandonment and grief, was finally filled with warmth, safety, and joy.

And that, Alexey realized, was the greatest wealth of all.