Twelve years ago, my father married my best friend. My mother passed away fifteen years prior, and he was an emotional wreck back then. My best friend is a very beautiful woman from Prague, four years younger than me, auburn hair, and has a very soft and gentle personality. I decided to introduce her to my dad. He was 59, she was 23. She admitted to having a crush on him, which kind of surprised me. They went out on a date. She was afraid that I'd be upset, but I wasn't. I actually supported their relationship, since I saw that my dad was happy for the first time in a long time. It was love at first sight. After four weeks in, they were engaged, and my friend was pregnant with my dad's baby. Two weeks later, they got married.

They are still together, and we remain a happy family. My dad is now 71, and my best friend and stepmom is 35 while I am 39. Out of respect and our friendship growing even closer, she lets me call her Mom. They now have five kids, the youngest born last year. I absolutely adore my half-siblings.