Daniel thought his life was perfect. He had a loving wife, a newborn daughter, and a family baptism to celebrate their joy. But everything changed when the priest held their baby and whispered, “This is impossible.” His words sent a chill through the church, unraveling secrets and causing Daniel’s world to fall apart.
I stood by the nursery window, watching the morning light shine through the lace curtains. It created a soft glow around Brittany’s crib. I couldn’t help but smile; this was everything I had ever wanted.
Daniel felt like the luckiest man alive as he looked down at his newborn daughter, Brittany. She was so peaceful and small; she was perfect. For years, he had dreamed of this moment—being married, becoming a dad, and living in a house he helped design. It all seemed like a dream when he first met Nadine in college.
He remembered how she caught his eye, sitting outside the library with her sketchbook. Daniel knew she was someone special. They fell in love quickly, and now, after five years of marriage, they had their little angel, Brittany, who had just turned four months old.
Daniel should have been happy, and he was, but lately, something felt off. Nadine had been quiet and distant, and he thought it was just the stress of being new parents and her freelance work. But it was wearing on him. He noticed her looking at Brittany sometimes with a tight expression, as if she was carrying a heavy burden.
Today was supposed to be a joyful day—the baptism of Brittany. Daniel hoped it would lift Nadine’s spirits. He turned to look at her as she slept under a blanket, hoping this special day would help.
When they arrived at the church, Daniel felt a sense of home. The old stone walls and the smell of incense were comforting. His family had been coming here for generations, and it was part of their story. Nadine walked beside him, holding Brittany, but she looked pale and didn’t say much. He assumed she was just nervous.
As they walked toward the altar, Daniel asked, “You okay?” She managed a tight smile and replied, “Yeah, just… a little nervous.” He squeezed her hand, thinking everything would be fine.
Father Gabriel welcomed them warmly, and the ceremony began with prayers and blessings. Daniel felt proud to be there with his family, thinking about how everything was finally perfect.
But then, when Father Gabriel took Brittany in his arms, something changed. The atmosphere felt heavy, and Daniel sensed something was wrong. The priest’s hands trembled, and he looked shaken.
“What’s wrong?” Daniel asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Father Gabriel’s face was pale as he replied, “This is impossible… this child… she’s my brother’s.”
Daniel froze, unable to process what he had just heard. “What did you say?” he asked, his voice cracking with disbelief.
Father Gabriel explained that both he and his brother had a birthmark behind their left ear and that Brittany had it too. Daniel felt as if the ground had disappeared beneath him. Brittany was his daughter! He turned to Nadine, but she was backing away, her face as pale as a ghost, and then she ran out of the church without a word.
“Nadine!” Daniel shouted, but she didn’t stop or look back. The church was silent, and all he could hear was the ringing in his ears. Panic surged within him.
Father Gabriel tried to explain that it couldn’t be a coincidence, but Daniel couldn’t understand. Brittany was his baby. He chased after Nadine, feeling the panic grow.
When Daniel reached home, he found Nadine frantically packing a suitcase. “You’re not leaving,” he said coldly. “Not until you tell me the truth.”
Nadine kept packing, trembling as she threw clothes into the bag. “Daniel, I—”
“Is it true?” he demanded, anger boiling over. “Is Brittany not mine?”
She paused, and the room went silent. Slowly, she turned to him, tears streaming down her face. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered. “I never meant for you to find out like this.”
“Find out like this?” Daniel repeated, feeling heartbroken. “How did you expect me to find out? At her graduation?”
Nadine looked down. “I didn’t know how to tell you. It was a mistake. I was lonely, and Matthew… it just happened.”
“A mistake?” he laughed bitterly. “This is our whole life! Was it all a lie?”
She shook her head, sobbing. “I love you, Daniel. I never wanted to hurt you.”
“You’ve already destroyed me,” he whispered, feeling lost.
The truth hurt, and there was nothing left to say. Nadine, the woman he loved, had betrayed him. She took off her wedding ring and placed it on the nightstand.
“What about Brittany? Are you leaving her too?” he asked, stunned.
Nadine sighed deeply. “I’m sorry, but I’m not cut out to be a mother. I don’t even know where I’m going from here.”
Daniel couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but before he could respond, she was gone.
That night, Daniel felt hollow. He sat in the living room, staring at nothing while Brittany slept upstairs. He couldn’t understand how everything had fallen apart so quickly. One moment, he was the happiest man alive, and the next, his life felt like a lie.
Father Gabriel’s words echoed in his mind—“She’s my brother’s.” But when he thought about leaving Brittany, his heart ached. She might not be his by blood, but she was still his daughter. He had been there for her since birth, holding her, feeding her, and comforting her.
He went upstairs and quietly opened the door to her room. Brittany was so peaceful, her tiny chest rising and falling with each breath. He sat beside her crib, tears in his eyes.
“You’re mine,” he whispered. “No matter what, you’re mine.”
Daniel realized that love isn’t just about blood or biology. It’s about being there and giving everything you have. Brittany needed him, and he would never walk away from her.
“This is what God decided,” he murmured as he cradled her in his arms. In that moment, he knew he would see this through, no matter what.
Michael Jackson’s only daughter Paris proud of African-American roots, identifies as black
Paris Jackson, the only daughter of late pop star Michael Jackson, opened up about her African-American roots and how proud she is of that, as well as the criticism she received.
Paris, 25, was born to parents Billie Jean hitmaker and Debbie Rowe in 1998.
Over the years, there have been speculations that Jackson wasn’t the biological father of his three children, Paris and her two brothers, Bigi, 22, and Prince, 27. This was due to the fact that that many couldn’t see any resemblance between the late star and the kids, especially Paris who has white skin, light eyes and now bleached-blond hair.
The kids were very close with their father who went to great lengths to protect them from media scrutiny. His measures were unlike, however. He would show his son Bigi to the public with his face covered with a blanket, causing him troubles while growing up because his friends often teased him. He now prefers to be called Bigi.
Following the star’s death in 2009, his children were tossed alone in the public eye, turning them a highly profitable prey for the media that were eager to share their photos and followed their every step.
This experience left Paris battling a post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD).
“I experience audio hallucinations, sometimes, with camera clicks and severe paranoia and have been going to therapy for a lot of things, but that included,” she shared.
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By age 15, Paris attempted suicide “multiple times” and in 2019 she was admitted at a treatment facility. “It was just self-hatred…Low self-esteem, thinking that I couldn’t do anything right, not thinking I was worthy of living anymore.”
Today, she’s a successful musician who follows into her father’s footsteps. Over the years, she has also walked the runway for famous brands such as Chanel. Paris is a member of the band The Soundflowers.
“Everyone in my family does music. I mean, I’m a Jackson,” she said in 2020. “It makes sense that I’m a musician but like, a Jackson doing folk indie?”
Paris is very close to her brothers and looks up to Prince. “He’s everything to me, you know?” In 2020, she told People of her relationship with her older brother. “I’ve always looked up to him and always wanted his approval and everything, and wanted to be more like him.”
He loves and supports his younger sister as much. “Basically, as a person, she is who my dad is. The only thing that’s different would be her age and her gender,” he said of Paris, adding that she’s similar to her father “in all of her strengths, and almost all of her weaknesses as well. She’s very passionate.”
The physical appearance of the King of Pop underwent significant changes over the course of his life and many accused him of bleaching his skin, which was considerably darker in his younger days, but he claimed he had never done anything to his skin and that it turning white was a result of Vitiligo, during an Oprah interview in 1993.
“I am proud of my race. I am proud of who I am,” Jackson told Winfrey at the time.
Back in 2017, speaking of herself, Paris told Rolling Stone magazine she “considers [herself] black,” and that “[Michael] would look me in the eyes and he’d point his finger at me and he’d be like, ‘You’re black. Be proud of your roots.’”
“Most people that don’t know me call me white. I’ve got light skin and, especially since I’ve had my hair blond, I look like I was born in Finland or something,” she said. “And I’d be like, ‘okay, he’s my dad, why would he lie to me?’ So I just believe what he told me. [Because], to my knowledge, he’s never lied to me.”
This declaration of race triggered criticism on Paris. Among the rest, it was host Wendy William’s that mocked Paris’ statement.
“I get that she considers herself black and everything, but I’m just talking about the visual because you know…black is not what you call yourself, it’s what the cops see you when they got steel to your neck on the turnpike.”
She added: “It’s what they see. But that’s cute and good for her.”
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