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In Haiti, the word papa doesn’t just belong to the man who helped bring you into the world. It’s a word that carries weight, a word we give to the ones who stay, who show up, who love with their whole hearts, even when they don’t have to. I was raised by one of those men. Not my biological father, but my uncle, the man who chose me, guided me, and gave me the steady kind of love every child deserves. His presence shaped me more than any bloodline ever could.

As we celebrate Father's Day this June, I want to share something I've witnessed over 30 years in education that always moves me: When a father walks into a parent-teacher conference, the entire atmosphere shifts. Even if he doesn't say much, even if he just sits quietly and listens, his presence changes everything. The child sits a little straighter. The conversation feels more complete. There's an unspoken message in the room: "This child matters to both of us."