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When my heartbroken daughter called, tears streaming down her face, saying her stepsisters made her sleep on the floor the night of her mother’s funeral, I couldn\u2019t help but feel devastated. Without any support from my wife, I knew I had to act fast.\n My ex-wife passed away while I was away on a business trip. As soon as I received the news, I immediately headed to her city for the funeral. My current wife, Candace, came along with my daughter, Shiloh (16), and stepdaughters, Anna (19) and Sophie (17), and they had booked hotel rooms, waiting for my arrival.\n That evening, I called my daughter to check in on her. She was sobbing, and at first, I assumed it was due to the sadness. But then, she told me that her stepsisters had taken the bed, leaving her to sleep on the floor. I was left in complete shock.\n Still on the road, I immediately dialed Candace’s number. To my shock, she answered with, “COULDN’T SHE JUST SPEND ONE NIGHT ON THE FLOOR?”\n I couldn\u2019t believe my ears. The child had just lost her mother, and no one was stepping in to help her. And here I was, miles away, helpless to assist in person.\n A plan formed in my mind right away. Moments later, Candace called me back, her voice seething with anger amidst the noise of yelling girls. \u201cWHY DID YOU DO THAT?!\u201d\n “I did what was necessary,” I replied flatly. “Shiloh called me crying because Anna and Sophie made her sleep on the floor. You ignored her, so I called the hotel manager and arranged for her to get a separate room.”\n “You gave her a private room?” she snapped, clearly furious.\n My voice tightened. “You made excuses and didn\u2019t stand up for my daughter. I had to take action.”\n “She could\u2019ve dealt with one night, Robert!” Candace\u2019s tone was harsh. “Do you have any idea what you\u2019ve done? Anna and Sophie are livid. They think you\u2019re playing favorites.”\n I repeated, my anger rising, “This isn\u2019t about favorites. Shiloh is going through one of the worst times of her life, Candace. She doesn\u2019t need a lesson in ‘toughening up.’ She needs support.”\n “You\u2019re undermining me,” she shot back. “Do you realize how this looks? I\u2019m supposed to be in charge while you\u2019re gone, and you went behind my back to fix something that wasn\u2019t even a big deal!”\n “It was a big deal,” I countered, frustration building. “Shiloh deserved better, and no one was there for her. How do you think that made her feel?”\n By the time I arrived at the hotel the next morning, the tension was already palpable.\n The argument carried on after I left the funeral arrangements that morning.\n “Anna and Sophie won\u2019t even talk to you,” Candace remarked. “They feel like you\u2019re choosing Shiloh over them. This might destroy everything we’ve worked for.”\n “Worked for?” I responded, shocked. “Candace, if what we’ve created can\u2019t handle me standing by my grieving daughter, then maybe it wasn\u2019t as solid as you think.”\n “That\u2019s not fair,” she replied softly, but her voice lacked any real firmness.\n “What\u2019s truly unfair is how you allowed her to be treated,” I said, my anger rising. “She\u2019s a child who just lost her mom, Candace. I thought you\u2019d show some empathy. Instead, you treated her like a burden.”\n At the funeral, I stayed close to Shiloh.\n Her hands shook as she wiped away her tears, and I felt a deep ache seeing her try to hold everything inside. “Thank you for everything, Dad.”\n When we got home, I sat Candace down for a serious conversation.\n “We need to talk,” I said firmly. “It\u2019s important that this never happens again. Shiloh\u2019s already lost her mom; she shouldn\u2019t feel like she\u2019s losing her place here too.”\n Candace sighed and avoided my gaze. “I didn\u2019t handle things well,” she admitted softly. “But you made me feel like my opinion didn\u2019t matter.”\n “Your opinion always matters,” I responded gently. “But when it comes to Shiloh, I won\u2019t back down on making sure she feels loved and safe. I hope you can understand that.”\n Candace nodded, though reluctantly. “I\u2019ll try to do better.”\n Later that evening, Shiloh wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug. “Thanks for standing up for me, Dad,” she whispered.\n I held her close, knowing I had made the right choice. Moving forward, I was determined to set clear boundaries, ensuring Shiloh always felt supported, no matter what it took.\n When my heartbroken daughter called, tears streaming down her face, saying her stepsisters made her sleep on the floor the night of her mother’s funeral, I couldn\u2019t help but feel devastated. Without any support from my wife, I knew I had to act fast. 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