{"id":17043,"date":"2026-11-09T16:41:25","date_gmt":"2026-11-09T16:41:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/oldagedhumor.com\/?p=17043"},"modified":"2026-11-09T16:41:25","modified_gmt":"2026-11-09T16:41:25","slug":"daddy-wait-those-two-girls-look-exactly-like-me-my-five-year-old-daughter-cried-after-spotting-two-little-girls-trembling-outside","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/oldagedhumor.com\/?p=17043","title":{"rendered":"Daddy, Wait! Those Two Girls Look Exactly Like Me!\u201d My Five-Year-Old Daughter Cried After Spotting Two Little Girls Trembling Outside"},"content":{"rendered":"

The Night My Daughter Found Her Two Missing Sisters<\/h1>\n

\u201cDaddy, stop the car! Those two little girls look just like me!\u201d<\/p>\n

My five-year-old daughter\u2019s voice broke through the quiet interior of our SUV.<\/p>\n

I looked up from my phone, startled by the urgency in her words.<\/p>\n

<\/div>\n

Outside, heavy rain swept across the streets of Baltimore, Maryland. It was nearly midnight, and most businesses had already closed. The sidewalks were almost empty.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat did you see, sweetheart?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n

My daughter, Maisie, pressed her small hand against the window.<\/p>\n

\u201cOver there, Daddy! Near the bakery. There are two girls, and one of them has my face!\u201d<\/p>\n

I followed her finger.<\/p>\n

Under the narrow awning of a closed bakery, two little girls were sitting on the sidewalk. They were wrapped in a thin blanket, their clothes soaked from the rain.<\/p>\n

The older girl held the smaller one close, trying to keep her warm.<\/p>\n

Something about them made my chest tighten.<\/p>\n

\u201cPull over,\u201d I told my driver.<\/p>\n

My security director, Conrad Ellis, turned toward me.<\/p>\n

\u201cMr. Whitcomb, this neighborhood isn\u2019t the safest place to stop at this hour. We can contact someone to help them.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019re not leaving two children outside in this weather,\u201d I answered. \u201cStop the car.\u201d<\/p>\n

My name is Everett Whitcomb. At thirty-nine, I owned a successful shipping and commercial property business that operated across several East Coast states.<\/p>\n

I had money, influence, and more employees than I could remember by name.<\/p>\n

But none of those things had prepared me for what I was about to discover.<\/p>\n

Two Little Girls Beneath the Bakery Awning<\/h1>\n

\"\"<\/p>\n

I stepped into the rain without waiting for an umbrella.<\/p>\n

As I approached, the older girl pulled her sister closer.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s okay,\u201d I said gently, crouching a few feet away. \u201cI\u2019m not going to hurt you. Are you waiting for someone?\u201d<\/p>\n

She looked at me with enormous hazel eyes.<\/p>\n

For a moment, I forgot how to breathe.<\/p>\n

Her dark brown curls framed a small, familiar face. She had the same delicate nose as Maisie and the same tiny dimple beside her mouth.<\/p>\n

The resemblance was extraordinary.<\/p>\n

\u201cA lady told us to stay here,\u201d she whispered.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat lady?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMiss Valerie.\u201d<\/p>\n

The name immediately caught my attention.<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you know her last name?\u201d<\/p>\n

The girl shook her head.<\/p>\n

Her younger sister leaned against her shoulder.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019re cold,\u201d she murmured.<\/p>\n

\n
<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

I removed my overcoat and wrapped it around both children.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s your name, sweetheart?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m Hallie,\u201d the older girl answered. \u201cAnd this is my sister, June.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHow old are you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFive. Both of us.\u201d<\/p>\n

I stared at them.<\/p>\n

Five years old.<\/p>\n

The same age as my daughter.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere\u2019s your mommy?\u201d I asked carefully.<\/p>\n

Hallie lowered her eyes.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe went away when we were babies. That\u2019s what they told us.\u201d<\/p>\n

I felt an uncomfortable ache in my chest.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd who has been taking care of you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDifferent people,\u201d Hallie answered. \u201cBut Miss Valerie said someone would come for us tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n

Behind me, the SUV door opened.<\/p>\n

Maisie climbed out with Conrad holding an umbrella over her head.<\/p>\n

She walked straight toward the girls.<\/p>\n

\u201cDaddy,\u201d she whispered, \u201cI told you they looked like me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Then Hallie raised her head.<\/p>\n

The three children stared at one another in complete silence.<\/p>\n

The Mark That Changed Everything<\/h1>\n

\"\"<\/p>\n

We brought the girls to my family\u2019s private residence overlooking Baltimore\u2019s Inner Harbor.<\/p>\n

Within an hour, a pediatrician arrived to examine them.<\/p>\n

Fortunately, although both children were exhausted and extremely cold, they were expected to recover with proper care.<\/p>\n

Our housekeeper prepared warm soup, clean pajamas, and soft blankets.<\/p>\n

Maisie refused to leave their side.<\/p>\n

She sat between them on the living room sofa, asking questions and sharing her favorite stuffed animals.<\/p>\n

I watched from the doorway, unable to understand the strange feeling growing inside me.<\/p>\n

Then Maisie called out.<\/p>\n

\u201cDaddy, come here. I want to show you something.\u201d<\/p>\n

I walked over.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat is it?\u201d<\/p>\n

She pointed behind Hallie\u2019s right ear.<\/p>\n

\u201cLook. She has my little moon.\u201d<\/p>\n

My heart seemed to stop.<\/p>\n

When Maisie was born, she had a small, crescent-shaped birthmark behind her right ear.<\/p>\n

Her mother had jokingly called it her lucky moon.<\/p>\n

I gently moved Hallie\u2019s curls aside.<\/p>\n

There it was.<\/p>\n

The same crescent-shaped mark.<\/p>\n

Then June turned her head.<\/p>\n

She had one, too.<\/p>\n

I looked from one girl to the next.<\/p>\n

Three little girls.<\/p>\n

The same age.<\/p>\n

Nearly identical faces.<\/p>\n

Matching birthmarks.<\/p>\n

Suddenly, a memory I had spent five years trying to forget came rushing back.<\/p>\n

The Hospital Secret I Had Believed for Five Years<\/h1>\n

My wife, Savannah, had been expecting triplets.<\/p>\n

We had spent months preparing for their arrival.<\/p>\n

Three bassinets stood in the nursery. Three little blankets hung over the rocking chair. Savannah had even chosen three names.<\/p>\n

Maisie.<\/p>\n

Hallie.<\/p>\n

June.<\/p>\n

But the delivery had been complicated.<\/p>\n

I remembered sitting outside the operating room at a private Baltimore hospital, waiting for news.<\/p>\n

Eventually, a physician named Dr. Wesley Harcourt came to speak with me.<\/p>\n

He explained that Savannah had experienced a sudden medical emergency and had not survived.<\/p>\n

Then he told me something even more heartbreaking.<\/p>\n

Only one of our three daughters had survived the delivery.<\/p>\n

I was allowed to hold Maisie, but I never saw the other two babies.<\/p>\n

The hospital staff explained that the circumstances were complicated and that everything had already been handled.<\/p>\n

I was devastated and barely capable of making decisions.<\/p>\n

I trusted the people who were supposed to know what they were doing.<\/p>\n

For five years, I believed I had lost my wife and two daughters on the same terrible day.<\/p>\n

Now two little girls were sitting in my living room, wearing the names Savannah had chosen.<\/p>\n

I lowered myself into an armchair.<\/p>\n

Conrad noticed my expression.<\/p>\n

\u201cEverett, what\u2019s wrong?\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked at him.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy wife was expecting three daughters.\u201d<\/p>\n

He nodded slowly.<\/p>\n

\u201cI remember.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cConrad, I think all three survived.\u201d<\/p>\n

A Silver Necklace and a Hidden Message<\/h1>\n

A few minutes later, June approached me.<\/p>\n

She held something tightly in her little fist.<\/p>\n

\n
\n

\u201cMister, I have something,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n

I knelt beside her.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat is it, sweetheart?\u201d<\/p>\n

<\/div>\n

She opened her hand.<\/p>\n

A silver heart-shaped necklace rested in her palm.<\/p>\n

I recognized it immediately.<\/p>\n

I had commissioned that necklace for Savannah on our fifth wedding anniversary.<\/p>\n

Inside, I had engraved a simple message:<\/p>\n

Always, in every lifetime.<\/p>\n

My hands began trembling.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere did you get this?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cA nice lady gave it to us,\u201d June answered. \u201cShe said we should keep it safe until we found our daddy.\u201d<\/p>\n

I carefully opened the pendant.<\/p>\n

Inside was a folded piece of paper.<\/p>\n

The writing had faded, but the words were still readable.<\/p>\n

It was a copy of a hospital identification record.<\/p>\n

Savannah Whitcomb.<\/p>\n

Infant A: Maisie Whitcomb.<\/p>\n

Infant B: Hallie Whitcomb.<\/p>\n

Infant C: June Whitcomb.<\/p>\n

All three were marked as having survived.<\/p>\n

Behind the record was another small note.<\/p>\n

Everett deserves to know the truth. Ask Valerie about the money.<\/p>\n

I read the message several times.<\/p>\n

Valerie.<\/p>\n

Valerie Kessler.<\/p>\n

My late wife\u2019s former friend.<\/p>\n

The woman who had helped organize Savannah\u2019s memorial service.<\/p>\n

The woman who had stayed close to our family for years afterward.<\/p>\n

I looked at Conrad.<\/p>\n

\u201cFind out everything you can about Valerie Kessler and Dr. Harcourt,\u201d I said quietly. \u201cStart with the hospital records.\u201d<\/p>\n

He studied my face.<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you think someone deliberately kept your daughters from you?\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked toward the sofa, where Maisie was helping her sisters arrange their stuffed animals.<\/p>\n

\n
<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know yet,\u201d I answered. \u201cBut I\u2019m going to find out.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Woman Who Knew Too Much<\/h1>\n

By the following afternoon, Conrad had uncovered several troubling details.<\/p>\n

Dr. Harcourt had resigned from the hospital shortly after Savannah\u2019s delivery.<\/p>\n

A private childcare organization had received payments connected to an account managed by Valerie.<\/p>\n

And the original hospital records contained inconsistencies that had never been properly explained.<\/p>\n

We contacted an attorney, who helped us request a formal review.<\/p>\n

Meanwhile, a DNA test was arranged with the appropriate consent and safeguards.<\/p>\n

I tried not to let myself hope too much.<\/p>\n

But every time I looked at Hallie and June, I saw Savannah.<\/p>\n

June had her mother\u2019s green eyes.<\/p>\n

Hallie had her gentle smile.<\/p>\n

Both girls laughed exactly like Maisie.<\/p>\n

Three days later, the results arrived.<\/p>\n

The report confirmed what my heart had already begun to believe.<\/p>\n

Hallie and June were my biological daughters.<\/p>\n

Maisie had two sisters.<\/p>\n

And I had spent five years grieving children who had been alive all along.<\/p>\n

I sat at my desk, holding the report.<\/p>\n

For several minutes, I couldn\u2019t speak.<\/p>\n

Then I called Conrad.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s confirmed.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe girls?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThey\u2019re mine.\u201d<\/p>\n

His voice softened.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m glad you found them, Everett.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked out the window.<\/p>\n

\u201cNow we need to understand why they were taken away from us.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Truth Behind Valerie\u2019s Perfect Smile<\/h1>\n

Valerie arrived at my office two days later.<\/p>\n

She wore an elegant cream-colored coat and carried the same confident smile I had known for years.<\/p>\n

\u201cEverett, you sounded serious on the phone. Is everything okay?\u201d<\/p>\n

I invited her to sit.<\/p>\n

On the desk between us lay a copy of the hospital record.<\/p>\n

Her smile disappeared when she saw it.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere did you get that?\u201d<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t answer immediately.<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you remember Hallie and June?\u201d<\/p>\n

Valerie looked toward the door.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t understand.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThey\u2019re alive, Valerie. Both of them. They\u2019re living with me now.\u201d<\/p>\n

She went pale.<\/p>\n

For a moment, she seemed unable to find the right words.<\/p>\n

Then she lowered her eyes.<\/p>\n

\u201cI never meant for things to go this far.\u201d<\/p>\n

I felt my stomach tighten.<\/p>\n

\u201cTell me what happened.\u201d<\/p>\n

Valerie remained silent for several seconds.<\/p>\n

Finally, she began speaking.<\/p>\n

Five years earlier, she had been involved in managing a small charitable foundation connected to my family\u2019s business.<\/p>\n

She had secretly diverted a large amount of money and feared that Savannah had discovered the irregularities.<\/p>\n

During the confusion surrounding Savannah\u2019s delivery, Valerie learned that all three babies had survived.<\/p>\n

According to Valerie, she worked with Dr. Harcourt to conceal the existence of two of the girls, hoping to use their situation to pressure people connected to the foundation and keep her financial misconduct hidden.<\/p>\n

The children were placed with caregivers under false information.<\/p>\n

Over the years, those arrangements became increasingly unstable.<\/p>\n

When Valerie realized that the truth might finally come out, she instructed someone to leave the girls near a location where she expected my car to pass.<\/p>\n

She believed they would eventually be found, but she had never intended to confess.<\/p>\n

I listened without interrupting.<\/p>\n

When she finished, I asked one question.<\/p>\n

\u201cDid you ever think about what those little girls needed?\u201d<\/p>\n

Valerie began crying.<\/p>\n

\u201cI made terrible choices.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThey were babies,\u201d I replied. \u201cThey needed their father, and you knew exactly where to find me.\u201d<\/p>\n

My attorney entered the room.<\/p>\n

The matter was turned over to the proper authorities, along with the documents Conrad had collected.<\/p>\n

I wanted answers, but I also wanted everything handled legally.<\/p>\n

Most importantly, I wanted the children protected from further uncertainty.<\/p>\n

Learning How to Be a Father Again<\/h1>\n

Finding Hallie and June was only the beginning.<\/p>\n

They had spent their early years moving between caregivers, and neither child knew what a permanent home was supposed to feel like.<\/p>\n

Hallie kept her shoes beside her bed every night.<\/p>\n

June asked whether she would have to leave after breakfast.<\/p>\n

The first time I told them they could stay, Hallie looked at me suspiciously.<\/p>\n

\u201cFor how long?\u201d<\/p>\n

I sat beside her.<\/p>\n

\u201cFor as long as you want to be here, sweetheart. This is your home.\u201d<\/p>\n

She thought about that.<\/p>\n

\u201cEven if we make a mess?\u201d<\/p>\n

I smiled.<\/p>\n

\u201cEven if you make a very big mess.\u201d<\/p>\n

June climbed onto the sofa beside me.<\/p>\n

\u201cCan we call you Daddy?\u201d<\/p>\n

<\/div>\n

My throat tightened.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019d love that.\u201d<\/p>\n

She wrapped her arms around my neck.<\/p>\n

It was the first time she had hugged me without hesitation.<\/p>\n

I held her carefully, afraid that moving too quickly might frighten her.<\/p>\n

Then Hallie joined us.<\/p>\n

A moment later, Maisie climbed onto my lap.<\/p>\n

For the first time in five years, I was holding all three of my daughters.<\/p>\n

I wished Savannah could have seen us.<\/p>\n

But somehow, I felt as though a part of her was there.<\/p>\n

Three Sisters and One New Beginning<\/h1>\n

The next several months were filled with small discoveries.<\/p>\n

Hallie loved drawing flowers.<\/p>\n

June preferred building complicated towers with wooden blocks.<\/p>\n

Maisie was convinced that being born first made her responsible for both sisters.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m the oldest,\u201d she announced one morning.<\/p>\n

Hallie crossed her arms.<\/p>\n

\u201cOnly by a few minutes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat still counts,\u201d Maisie replied.<\/p>\n

June giggled.<\/p>\n

\u201cThen I\u2019m the baby, and everyone has to be nice to me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Their laughter filled the kitchen.<\/p>\n

It was a sound I hadn\u2019t realized my house had been missing.<\/p>\n

I adjusted my work schedule so I could spend more time at home.<\/p>\n

We visited parks, baked cookies, and watched movies under enormous blankets.<\/p>\n

Some days were difficult.<\/p>\n

Hallie occasionally became anxious when I left for work.<\/p>\n

June sometimes woke during the night and asked whether she was safe.<\/p>\n

With patience, consistent routines, and help from a family therapist, both girls gradually became more comfortable.<\/p>\n

I learned that love wasn\u2019t only about grand promises.<\/p>\n

It was about being there every morning.<\/p>\n

\n
<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

Remembering which daughter disliked strawberries.<\/p>\n

Knowing who needed a nightlight.<\/p>\n

Listening when someone had a bad dream.<\/p>\n

And making sure all three girls understood that they belonged.<\/p>\n

The Birthday We Never Thought We\u2019d Celebrate<\/h1>\n

Eleven months after that rainy night, we celebrated the girls\u2019 sixth birthday at our family estate outside Annapolis, Maryland.<\/p>\n

The garden was decorated with white flowers, colorful ribbons, and three birthday cakes.<\/p>\n

Each girl had chosen her favorite flavor.<\/p>\n

Maisie wanted chocolate.<\/p>\n

Hallie chose vanilla with strawberries.<\/p>\n

June insisted on lemon cake with blue frosting.<\/p>\n

Friends and relatives gathered beneath the trees while the girls ran across the lawn in matching white dresses.<\/p>\n

Conrad helped them fly a giant butterfly-shaped kite.<\/p>\n

I watched from the terrace, smiling.<\/p>\n

My longtime family attorney, Evelyn Hartwell, approached with two glasses of sparkling apple cider.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou look happier than I\u2019ve ever seen you,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n

I glanced toward my daughters.<\/p>\n

\u201cI think I finally understand what happiness is.\u201d<\/p>\n

She followed my gaze.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey\u2019re wonderful children.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThey really are.\u201d<\/p>\n

For a moment, I remembered the cold sidewalk, the closed bakery, and the two frightened little girls who had been waiting in the rain.<\/p>\n

Then I looked at them now.<\/p>\n

Hallie was laughing as she chased the kite.<\/p>\n

June was holding Maisie\u2019s hand.<\/p>\n

All three were surrounded by people who loved them.<\/p>\n

\u201cEleven months ago, I thought my family would always be incomplete,\u201d I told Evelyn. \u201cNow I can\u2019t imagine this house without them.\u201d<\/p>\n

She smiled.<\/p>\n

\u201cSometimes the most important things in life arrive when we least expect them.\u201d<\/p>\n

I nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd sometimes they were ours all along.\u201d<\/p>\n

A Promise Beneath the Evening Sky<\/h1>\n

As the sun began to set, the girls ran toward me.<\/p>\n

\u201cDaddy! Daddy! Come take a picture with us!\u201d Maisie called.<\/p>\n

I walked down the garden steps.<\/p>\n

Hallie grabbed my left hand.<\/p>\n

June took my right.<\/p>\n

Maisie stood directly in front of me, insisting that she should be in the middle because she had found her sisters.<\/p>\n

Our photographer raised his camera.<\/p>\n

\u201cEveryone ready?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWait!\u201d June shouted.<\/p>\n

She reached into her little purse and pulled out Savannah\u2019s silver necklace.<\/p>\n

\u201cMommy should be in our picture, too.\u201d<\/p>\n

I knelt beside her.<\/p>\n

She placed the necklace in my hand.<\/p>\n

For a moment, I couldn\u2019t speak.<\/p>\n

Then I held the little silver heart where the camera could see it.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s a beautiful idea, sweetheart.\u201d<\/p>\n

The girls leaned against me.<\/p>\n

The camera clicked.<\/p>\n

Later that evening, after the guests had gone home, I stood outside their bedroom.<\/p>\n

Three small beds lined the wall.<\/p>\n

Three favorite blankets lay neatly across them.<\/p>\n

And three little girls were sleeping peacefully beneath the same roof.<\/p>\n

I thought about everything we had lost.<\/p>\n

Then I thought about everything we had found.<\/p>\n

I couldn\u2019t change the past or recover the years we had missed.<\/p>\n

But I could make sure the years ahead were filled with kindness, security, and love.<\/p>\n

I stepped quietly into the room and kissed each daughter on the forehead.<\/p>\n

\u201cGood night, my beautiful girls,\u201d I whispered. \u201cDaddy\u2019s right here.\u201d<\/p>\n

As I turned toward the door, Hallie stirred.<\/p>\n

\u201cDaddy?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, sweetheart?\u201d<\/p>\n

Her eyes remained closed.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019re staying together, right?\u201d<\/p>\n

I smiled.<\/p>\n

\u201cAlways.\u201d<\/p>\n

And for the first time in a very long time, that promise felt like something I could truly keep.<\/p>\n

A Message About Family, Love, and Second Chances<\/h1>\n

Sometimes life returns something precious to us in the most unexpected way, reminding us that even after years of sadness, there may still be beautiful moments waiting around the corner.<\/p>\n

A parent\u2019s love is not measured by wealth, influence, or the size of a home, but by the comfort a child feels when they know someone will always be there for them.<\/p>\n

The smallest acts of kindness can change the direction of someone\u2019s life, because stopping to help a stranger may lead to a connection more meaningful than we could ever imagine.<\/p>\n

Children do not need perfect parents who always know the right answers; they need patient adults who listen carefully, keep their promises, and make them feel safe enough to be themselves.<\/p>\n

When the truth has been hidden for years, discovering it may be painful, but honesty creates the foundation for healing and allows families to begin building trust again.<\/p>\n

The years we cannot recover should never prevent us from appreciating the time we still have, because love can create wonderful new memories even after a difficult beginning.<\/p>\n

A true home is not defined by expensive furniture, beautiful gardens, or impressive walls, but by the laughter, understanding, and unconditional acceptance shared by the people living inside it.<\/p>\n

Sometimes the strongest people are not those who control powerful businesses or command the respect of others, but those who learn to be gentle when someone vulnerable needs their protection.<\/p>\n

Every child deserves to grow up knowing they are wanted, valued, and loved, and no misunderstanding or mistake made by an adult should ever take away that fundamental sense of belonging.<\/p>\n

And perhaps the greatest lesson of all is that family is not simply about sharing the same name or the same history, but about choosing, every single day, to stand beside one another with patience, forgiveness, courage, and lasting love.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

The Night My Daughter Found Her Two Missing Sisters \u201cDaddy, stop the car! Those two little girls look just like me!\u201d My five-year-old daughter\u2019s voice broke through the quiet interior of our SUV. I looked up from my phone, startled by the urgency in her words. Outside, heavy rain swept across the streets of Baltimore, Maryland. It was nearly midnight, and most businesses had already closed. The sidewalks were almost empty. \u201cWhat did you see, sweetheart?\u201d I asked. My daughter, Maisie, pressed her small hand against the window. \u201cOver there,…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":17044,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-17043","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-entertainment"],"gutentor_comment":0,"yoast_head":"\nDaddy, Wait! 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