The Day My Stepdaughters Finally Understood My Love for Them

See, I’m at the doctor’s office now. They just gave me the news. It’s not good. The same aggressive illness that almost took my youngest, it seems, has taken root in me. It’s terminal. And suddenly, time, which felt so endless and forgiving, is a cruel, relentless countdown.

I look at their beautiful faces when they visit me in this place, their eyes filled with concern and, yes, love. I see my youngest, stronger now, vibrant, a miracle walking. And the elder, so kind, so protective. They tell me they love me. They tell me I’m the best mother they could ask for. They plan for the future, for what we’ll do when I get better. And I smile, I nod, I tell them I’ll fight.

Matt LeBlanc photographed during his recent outing in Camarillo, California, from a post dated October 18, 2025. | Source: Instagram/pagesix

But how can I tell them the truth? Not just about my prognosis, that’s hard enough. But the other truth. The one that’s been the foundation of my entire life with them. The secret I’ve guarded fiercely for all these years.

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