{"id":29799,"date":"2026-07-09T23:17:36","date_gmt":"2026-07-09T16:17:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/readinstory.com\/?p=29799"},"modified":"2026-07-09T23:17:36","modified_gmt":"2026-07-09T16:17:36","slug":"at-a-family-gathering-my-wifes-sister-humiliated-me-in-front-of-my-children-but-the-truth-came-out-soon-after-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/readinstory.com\/?p=29799","title":{"rendered":"She said I wasn’t a real father because my children were adopted. She never expected what happened next."},"content":{"rendered":"

At a family gathering, my wife\u2019s sister slapped me in front of my children and screamed, \u201cYou\u2019re not even a real father, you just adopted them.\u201d My cheek was burning, but I smiled and said, \u201cSince you brought it up\u2026\u201d Then I finally exposed the truth she never thought everyone would hear.<\/strong><\/p>\n

<\/div>\n

At the family gathering in Portland, Oregon, the backyard looked like it belonged in a magazine. White folding tables, blue paper lanterns, children racing around the maple tree, and the smell of grilled chicken drifting over the fence. My wife, Claire, had spent two days getting everything ready for her mother\u2019s birthday, and I had done what I always did: carried chairs, fixed the loose deck step, kept the twins away from too many cupcakes, and made sure everyone had what they needed.<\/p>\n

For nearly an hour, I ignored the way Claire\u2019s sister, Vanessa, kept watching me.<\/p>\n

She had never liked me, though she usually hid it behind jokes. \u201cSaint Daniel,\u201d she called me, because I had adopted Claire\u2019s two children from her first marriage. I never corrected her. Lily and Owen were mine in every way that mattered.<\/p>\n

Then Vanessa drank too much wine.<\/p>\n

It happened near the dessert table. Owen, nine, accidentally bumped Vanessa\u2019s elbow while reaching for a cookie. Red wine splashed down her cream blouse. The yard quieted as she gasped and stared at the stain.<\/p>\n

\u201cOwen, apologize,\u201d I said calmly.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry, Aunt Vanessa,\u201d Owen whispered.<\/p>\n

Vanessa\u2019s face hardened. \u201cOf course. No discipline. That\u2019s what happens when children are raised by someone pretending.\u201d<\/p>\n

Claire turned from across the yard. \u201cVanessa, stop.\u201d<\/p>\n

But Vanessa stepped closer to me. \u201cNo, I\u2019m tired of everyone acting like this is normal.\u201d<\/p>\n

I kept my voice low. \u201cNot in front of the kids.\u201d<\/p>\n

That made her smile, sharp and ugly. \u201cYour kids?\u201d<\/p>\n

Before I could answer, her palm cracked across my face.<\/p>\n

The sound cut through the backyard.<\/p>\n

Lily screamed. Owen froze. My cheek burned, and I could feel every adult staring, waiting to see if I would yell, grab her wrist, or leave humiliated.<\/p>\n

Vanessa pointed at me and yelled, \u201cYou\u2019re not even a real father. You just adopted them.\u201d<\/p>\n

I touched my stinging cheek and smiled.<\/p>\n

\u201cSince you brought it up,\u201d I said, \u201cmaybe it\u2019s time everyone heard the truth.\u201d<\/p>\n

Claire\u2019s eyes widened. \u201cDaniel\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

I kept my gaze on Vanessa. \u201cWhen Claire\u2019s first husband abandoned Lily and Owen, he didn\u2019t just leave emotionally. He emptied their college savings. He forged Claire\u2019s signature on a loan. He disappeared for two years.\u201d<\/p>\n

Vanessa blinked, suddenly less certain.<\/p>\n

I continued, \u201cAnd when he came back, asking for money to sign away his rights, you were the one who told Claire to pay him quietly.\u201d<\/p>\n

Claire\u2019s mother rose slowly. \u201cVanessa?\u201d<\/p>\n

Vanessa opened her mouth, but nothing came out.<\/p>\n

I reached into my jacket pocket and pulled out my phone. \u201cYou wanted to talk about real fathers in front of my children. Fine. Let\u2019s talk about who protected them\u2014and who tried to profit from their pain.\u201d<\/p>\n

Part 2<\/strong><\/h1>\n

The backyard stayed silent except for the soft hiss of the grill and paper plates rustling in the wind. Vanessa stared at my phone as if it were aimed straight at her chest.<\/p>\n

Claire walked toward me, pale-faced. \u201cDaniel, what are you doing?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat I should have done when she first started insulting our family,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n

Vanessa gave one thin laugh. \u201cYou\u2019re insane. You\u2019re making things up because I slapped you.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked at Claire\u2019s mother, Margaret. \u201cThree years ago, Claire called Vanessa because she was scared. Her ex, Mark, had come back demanding ten thousand dollars in exchange for signing the adoption papers. Claire was exhausted, broke, and terrified that he would drag the kids through court.\u201d<\/p>\n

Margaret covered her mouth. \u201cClaire, why didn\u2019t you tell me?\u201d<\/p>\n

Claire\u2019s eyes filled. \u201cBecause I was ashamed.\u201d<\/p>\n

Vanessa snapped, \u201cNo, because it was private.\u201d<\/p>\n

I turned my phone screen outward. \u201cPrivate? You mean like these messages?\u201d<\/p>\n

I opened the screenshots I had saved years earlier, not for revenge, but because our attorney told us to keep every record. The first message was from Vanessa to Claire.<\/p>\n

Just pay him. Daniel wants to play daddy so badly, let him prove it.<\/p>\n

The second was worse.<\/p>\n

If Mark signs, Daniel owes you. Make sure you get something out of this marriage.<\/p>\n

A murmur passed through the relatives. Vanessa\u2019s husband, Patrick, stood by the fence with his arms at his sides, looking as if he had just found a stranger wearing his wife\u2019s face.<\/p>\n

Vanessa\u2019s cheeks went dark red. \u201cThat is completely out of context.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d Claire said quietly.<\/p>\n

Everyone turned toward her.<\/p>\n

Claire stepped beside me and took my hand. \u201cIt\u2019s not out of context. She said it. She told me Daniel only wanted the kids because he couldn\u2019t have his own.\u201d<\/p>\n

Lily began to cry. Owen stood frozen, fists clenched at his sides.<\/p>\n

That was when I knelt in front of them. I did not care who was watching. I did not care that my cheek still burned.<\/p>\n

\u201cListen to me,\u201d I said softly. \u201cBoth of you. There is nothing fake about being your dad. I chose you because I loved you. I signed those papers because I wanted the whole world to know what I already knew.\u201d<\/p>\n

Owen\u2019s chin trembled. \u201cAm I the reason she hit you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d I said. \u201cAdults are responsible for their own actions.\u201d<\/p>\n

Lily threw her arms around my neck. Owen followed a second later, and I held them until their breathing slowed.<\/p>\n

When I stood, Claire was crying openly. She faced her sister.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou slapped my husband,\u201d Claire said. \u201cYou humiliated my children. You used the most painful part of our lives as entertainment because you were embarrassed about a stain on your blouse.\u201d<\/p>\n

Vanessa\u2019s voice rose. \u201cSo now I\u2019m the villain?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d Margaret said, standing taller than I had seen her in years. \u201cYou are someone who needs to leave.\u201d<\/p>\n

Vanessa looked around, waiting for someone to defend her.<\/p>\n

No one did.<\/p>\n

Patrick picked up their car keys from the table. \u201cVanessa,\u201d he said, his voice flat. \u201cGet in the car.\u201d<\/p>\n

She glared at me as though this were still a competition. \u201cYou think this makes you a hero?\u201d<\/p>\n

I shook my head. \u201cNo. It just makes me their father.\u201d<\/p>\n

PART 3<\/strong><\/h1>\n

Vanessa did not leave quietly.<\/p>\n

She snatched her purse from the patio chair so hard the chair tipped backward and clattered against the deck. The noise made Owen flinch. I felt it more than saw it, the small jump in his shoulders, the way his hand reached for mine without him looking. I took it at once.<\/p>\n

Vanessa noticed.<\/p>\n

Her eyes narrowed, wet with anger and humiliation. \u201cCongratulations,\u201d she said to Claire. \u201cYou got exactly what you wanted. Everyone feeling sorry for you. Everyone worshiping Daniel.\u201d<\/p>\n

<\/div>\n

Claire wiped her face with her hand. \u201cThis has nothing to do with worshiping anyone.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt has everything to do with it,\u201d Vanessa snapped. \u201cEver since he came into this family, everyone acts like he rescued you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe did not rescue me,\u201d Claire said. Her voice shook, but it held. \u201cHe stood beside me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Vanessa laughed bitterly. \u201cThat sounds like something from a greeting card.\u201d<\/p>\n

Margaret stepped between them before Claire could answer. She was sixty-eight, small, gray-haired, and usually careful with her words. That afternoon, there was nothing careful in her expression.<\/p>\n

\u201cVanessa Marie Ellison,\u201d she said, \u201cyou will not stand in my yard and speak to your sister that way.\u201d<\/p>\n

Vanessa recoiled slightly. In all my years with the family, Margaret rarely used full names unless a serious line had been crossed.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t know what she\u2019s like,\u201d Vanessa said.<\/p>\n

Margaret\u2019s eyes hardened. \u201cI know what I saw. I saw you strike Daniel. I heard you insult two children. I saw proof that when your sister was desperate, you advised her to treat her family like a transaction.\u201d<\/p>\n

Patrick moved toward the gate. \u201cVanessa, now.\u201d<\/p>\n

But she ignored him and pointed at Claire. \u201cYou told them everything, didn\u2019t you? You made me look heartless.\u201d<\/p>\n

Claire shook her head. \u201cI protected you. For years. Daniel protected you too.\u201d<\/p>\n

That made Vanessa pause.<\/p>\n

I met her stare. \u201cDo you remember the custody hearing?\u201d<\/p>\n

Her jaw tightened.<\/p>\n

\u201cMark\u2019s attorney tried to argue that Claire\u2019s own family doubted the adoption. He had pieces of private conversations. Things only someone close to Claire would know. Our attorney asked whether we wanted to subpoena phone records. We said no.\u201d<\/p>\n

Claire looked at me, startled. She knew some of that story, but not all of it.<\/p>\n

I continued, \u201cWe said no because Claire was pregnant at the time and losing sleep every night. Because Lily had nightmares. Because Owen had started asking whether adults could disappear twice. I told the attorney we were not dragging the family through another public fight unless we had no choice.\u201d<\/p>\n

Margaret\u2019s voice dropped. \u201cVanessa, did you speak to Mark?\u201d<\/p>\n

Vanessa looked away.<\/p>\n

That was answer enough.<\/p>\n

Patrick stared at his wife. \u201cYou told me you only heard from him once.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI did only hear from him once,\u201d Vanessa said quickly. \u201cHe called me. I didn\u2019t help him.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou gave him information,\u201d I said. \u201cMaybe you did it because you were angry at Claire. Maybe because you thought Mark deserved a chance. Maybe because you wanted to prove I was temporary. I don\u2019t know. But after that, our legal bill doubled, Lily had to speak with a child advocate, and Owen stopped sleeping in his own room for a month.\u201d<\/p>\n

Owen\u2019s fingers tightened around mine.<\/p>\n

Claire inhaled sharply, then looked at Vanessa with an expression I had never seen before. It was not rage. Rage would have been easier. It was the cold clarity of someone finally setting down a burden she had carried too long.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou let me think it was my fault,\u201d Claire said.<\/p>\n

Vanessa\u2019s face shifted. For one second, her defensiveness cracked, and panic showed underneath. \u201cI didn\u2019t know it would go that far.\u201d<\/p>\n

Nobody spoke.<\/p>\n

The sentence hung there, plain and ugly.<\/p>\n

Margaret sat down slowly, as if her knees had weakened. Claire\u2019s cousin Erica guided the children toward the porch with gentle hands and whispered something about lemonade. Lily resisted, but I nodded to her.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s okay,\u201d I said. \u201cGo with Erica for a minute.\u201d<\/p>\n

She searched my face. \u201cAre you leaving?\u201d<\/p>\n

The question hurt more than the slap.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, sweetheart,\u201d I said. \u201cI\u2019m not going anywhere.\u201d<\/p>\n

Only then did she let Erica lead her and Owen inside.<\/p>\n

Once the sliding glass door closed behind them, Claire faced her sister again. \u201cYou need to understand something. Daniel did not replace anyone. He became the father my children needed because the man who helped create them chose not to be one. And you punished him for that because it made you uncomfortable.\u201d<\/p>\n

Vanessa folded her arms, but her confidence was gone. \u201cI made a mistake.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou made choices,\u201d Claire said. \u201cRepeatedly.\u201d<\/p>\n

Patrick rubbed both hands over his face. \u201cVanessa, did you know Mark was asking them for money?\u201d<\/p>\n

She did not answer.<\/p>\n

\u201cDid you know?\u201d he asked again.<\/p>\n

<\/div>\n

\u201cYes,\u201d she whispered.<\/p>\n

Patrick stared down at the grass. \u201cAnd you told Claire to pay him?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI thought it would make everything cleaner,\u201d Vanessa said.<\/p>\n

I gave a humorless laugh. \u201cCleaner for whom?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFor everyone,\u201d she said, though even she did not sound convinced.<\/p>\n

Claire stepped closer to me, her shoulder brushing mine. \u201cNo. It would have made it cleaner for you. You wanted the messy parts hidden so you didn\u2019t have to admit your sister was struggling and you had no idea how to help her.\u201d<\/p>\n

Vanessa\u2019s eyes filled with tears, but they did not soften what she had done.<\/p>\n

Margaret stood again, steadier this time. \u201cGo home. Do not call Claire tonight. Do not call Daniel. And do not contact the children.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMom\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d Margaret said. \u201cI am still your mother. I love you. But love is not permission to hurt people and demand a seat at the table afterward.\u201d<\/p>\n

Vanessa\u2019s lips parted. For the first time all afternoon, she had no comeback.<\/p>\n

Patrick opened the gate and waited. She walked through without looking back. He followed, and the gate clicked shut, ending one version of the family and beginning another.<\/p>\n

For a while, nobody moved.<\/p>\n

Then Margaret came to me. Her hands trembled as she touched my arm.<\/p>\n

\u201cDaniel,\u201d she said. \u201cI am sorry. I should have stopped her years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n

I shook my head. \u201cYou didn\u2019t know everything.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI knew enough,\u201d she said. \u201cI knew she was cruel when she felt small. I kept calling it insecurity because that sounded kinder.\u201d<\/p>\n

Claire started crying again, and Margaret pulled her into a hug. I stepped back to give them room, but Claire reached for me and pulled me in. The three of us stood in the yard, surrounded by half-eaten cake, overturned chairs, and relatives pretending not to stare while absolutely staring.<\/p>\n

After a few minutes, Erica brought Lily and Owen back outside. Lily ran to Claire first, then to me. Owen moved more slowly. His eyes were red, but his jaw was set in that stubborn way that reminded me of Claire.<\/p>\n

He stopped in front of me. \u201cDid my first dad really take my college money?\u201d<\/p>\n

Claire flinched.<\/p>\n

I crouched until we were eye to eye. \u201cHe took money that was supposed to be saved for you and Lily. But your mom and I started new accounts. Your grandparents helped too. You are not behind. You are not missing anything you need.\u201d<\/p>\n

He studied me carefully. \u201cWhy didn\u2019t you tell us?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause children should not have to carry adult problems before they are ready.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not little.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d I said. \u201cYou\u2019re not. But being older does not mean you have to carry everything.\u201d<\/p>\n

Lily wiped her nose with her sleeve. \u201cIs Aunt Vanessa going to say sorry?\u201d<\/p>\n

Claire knelt beside me. \u201cMaybe someday. But an apology does not fix everything immediately.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDo we have to see her?\u201d Owen asked.<\/p>\n

Claire looked at me, then at Margaret.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d Claire said. \u201cNot until it feels safe and respectful.\u201d<\/p>\n

Owen nodded, as if he had been waiting for someone to finally say the simple truth.<\/p>\n

The party did not continue the way parties usually do. No one sang another song. The children did not go back to chasing each other around the tree. But people stayed. They cleaned up. They tossed plates, stacked chairs, and wrapped leftovers in foil. Quietly, one by one, relatives came over to me.<\/p>\n

Claire\u2019s uncle shook my hand and said, \u201cYou handled that better than most men would have.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her cousin hugged Claire and whispered, \u201cI wish I had known.\u201d<\/p>\n

Margaret took the twins inside and showed them an old photo album from Claire\u2019s childhood, giving them something ordinary to hold after an afternoon that had become too sharp.<\/p>\n

Near sunset, I found Claire standing alone by the deck steps. The loose step I had fixed that morning stayed firm beneath her foot.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n

I leaned against the railing. \u201cFor what?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFor not shutting her down sooner. For letting you absorb it because I didn\u2019t want another fight.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked toward the house, where Lily and Owen were laughing softly at something Margaret had shown them. \u201cI understood why you wanted peace.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt wasn\u2019t peace,\u201d Claire said. \u201cIt was silence.\u201d<\/p>\n

That was the truest thing anyone had said all day.<\/p>\n

I reached for her hand. \u201cThen we stop choosing silence.\u201d<\/p>\n

She nodded. \u201cWe stop.\u201d<\/p>\n

Two weeks later, Vanessa sent an email. Not a text. Not a dramatic voicemail. An email, probably because Patrick had pushed her to write instead of perform.<\/p>\n

Claire read it at the kitchen table while I packed Owen\u2019s school lunch. Lily was upstairs arguing with herself over which sweater matched her jeans.<\/p>\n

The apology was imperfect. Vanessa admitted she slapped me. She admitted she had spoken cruelly about the adoption. She admitted she had talked to Mark years ago, though she still tried to soften it by saying she \u201cnever intended harm.\u201d<\/p>\n

Claire read that sentence twice and closed the laptop.<\/p>\n

\u201cNot good enough?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cNot yet,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n

So we did not answer that day.<\/p>\n

Or the next.<\/p>\n

A month passed before Claire replied. Her message was brief. She wrote that Vanessa needed counseling, accountability, and time. She wrote that the children would not be part of family visits until they chose it freely. She wrote that I was their father, and any relationship with our household had to begin by respecting that fact.<\/p>\n

Vanessa did not like those terms.<\/p>\n

But Patrick did.<\/p>\n

He called me one Saturday morning while I was raking leaves.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d he said. \u201cI know that doesn\u2019t cover it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d I said. \u201cBut I appreciate it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe\u2019s starting therapy,\u201d he added. \u201cI don\u2019t know what happens after that.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNeither do I.\u201d<\/p>\n

There was a pause.<\/p>\n

Then Patrick said, \u201cFor what it\u2019s worth, my dad adopted me when I was six. I never told Vanessa because she always had opinions about things she didn\u2019t understand.\u201d<\/p>\n

I rested the rake against the garage. \u201cThen you know.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah,\u201d he said quietly. \u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n

That winter, Owen had a school project about family history. He brought home a worksheet with spaces for names, dates, and photos. I watched him at the dining table, pencil in hand, studying the blank space labeled Father.<\/p>\n

He looked up at me. \u201cCan I put you here?\u201d<\/p>\n

I swallowed. \u201cOf course.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI mean, I know I can. I just wondered if you wanted me to put adopted father or just father.\u201d<\/p>\n

Claire froze at the kitchen counter.<\/p>\n

I sat beside him. \u201cWhat do you want to write?\u201d<\/p>\n

Owen thought seriously. \u201cFather.\u201d<\/p>\n

Then he wrote Daniel Reed in careful block letters.<\/p>\n

Lily leaned over his shoulder and said, \u201cYour handwriting is terrible.\u201d<\/p>\n

Owen shoved her gently. \u201cYours looks like a haunted spider.\u201d<\/p>\n

They started laughing, and Claire turned away, pretending to wipe the counter while her eyes filled.<\/p>\n

The next spring, Margaret hosted another family gathering. Smaller this time. No Vanessa. No Mark. No conversations hidden as jokes. Just a Sunday lunch with people who had learned politeness and kindness were not the same thing.<\/p>\n

At one point, Owen spilled lemonade on my sleeve. He went stiff for half a second, old fear flickering across his face.<\/p>\n

I looked at the yellow stain spreading over my cuff, then at him.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell,\u201d I said, \u201cthis shirt was getting too powerful anyway.\u201d<\/p>\n

Lily burst out laughing. Owen followed. Claire smiled at me from across the table, and Margaret reached over to squeeze my wrist.<\/p>\n

The moment passed softly.<\/p>\n

No slap. No shouting. No child made to feel like a burden because an adult could not handle embarrassment.<\/p>\n

<\/div>\n

Later, as the sun lowered over the backyard, Owen and Lily ran across the grass with their cousins. Claire stood beside me, her shoulder against mine.<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you ever regret it?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cAdopting them?\u201d<\/p>\n

She nodded.<\/p>\n

I watched Owen trip, roll dramatically, then leap up laughing while Lily accused him of cheating at a game with no rules.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d I said. \u201cNot for one second.\u201d<\/p>\n

Claire leaned her head against my arm.<\/p>\n

Across the yard, Owen shouted, \u201cDad! Watch this!\u201d<\/p>\n

He sprinted toward the tree, jumped over a pile of leaves, and landed badly but proudly. Lily immediately declared she could do better.<\/p>\n

I clapped like he had won an Olympic medal.<\/p>\n

Because that was what fathers did.<\/p>\n

Not pretend fathers. Not replacement fathers. Not men auditioning for a title someone else had abandoned.<\/p>\n

Just fathers.<\/p>\n

And when Owen ran over, breathless and grinning, he wrapped his arms around my waist without hesitation. Lily crashed into us a second later. Claire joined, laughing as she tried not to fall.<\/p>\n

For one moment, all four of us stood tangled together in Margaret\u2019s backyard, ordinary and unshaken.<\/p>\n

My cheek had stopped hurting long before.<\/p>\n

But the truth spoken that day left a mark none of us could ignore.<\/p>\n

It showed who treated family like blood, who treated it like leverage, and who understood that love was not proven by biology. It was proven in courtrooms, school pickups, midnight fevers, packed lunches, difficult conversations, and the choice to stay when leaving would be easier.<\/p>\n

Vanessa had called me unreal.<\/p>\n

My children never did.<\/p>\n

And in the end, their voices were the only ones that mattered.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

At a family gathering, my wife\u2019s sister slapped me in front of my children and screamed, \u201cYou\u2019re not even a real father, you just adopted them.\u201d My cheek was burning, … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":26575,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[24,22,20],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-29799","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-family","category-inspiration","category-story"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/readinstory.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/29799","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/readinstory.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/readinstory.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/readinstory.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/readinstory.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=29799"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/readinstory.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/29799\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":29801,"href":"https:\/\/readinstory.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/29799\/revisions\/29801"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/readinstory.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/26575"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/readinstory.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=29799"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/readinstory.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=29799"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/readinstory.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=29799"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}