Sasha Obama and Clifton Powell Jr. seem to be getting serious in their relationship. They started dating in 2022 and have kept their romance private and mostly away from the public eye.
In an interview on the “Dear Fathers” podcast, Clifton Powell, the dad of Clifton Powell Jr., talked about his son’s relationship with Sasha Obama, the youngest daughter of Barack and Michelle Obama. He mentioned that they had been dating for a year before their relationship became public, which gave him a chance to teach his son important values.
Clifton Sr. said, “It has helped me talk to my son about how to treat Sasha Obama because we really like the Obamas. I need to make sure my son is responsible, kind, loving, and supportive.” He often reminds his son to be a gentleman and to take care of Sasha. He texts him regularly, saying, “Treat Sasha like you would want someone to treat your daughter.” This advice makes sense, especially since Clifton Jr. is dating someone so well-known.
Is Clifton and Sasha’s romance Obama-approved?
Dating a former first daughter can be tricky, but Clifton Powell Jr. seems to manage it well. It looks like he has the Obamas’ approval. In a 2022 interview with “Good Morning America,” Michelle Obama openly talked about her daughters’ dating lives.
Michelle Obama thinks it’s “wonderful” that Sasha and Malia Obama are exploring different relationships and looking for partners. She said, “I want them to know what they want and who they are in a relationship, and that takes trying out different people.” Barack is “good with it” too. Michelle added, “They’re in their 20s. They went to prom and have lived their lives.” She mentioned that Barack has learned to be a caring dad without being overprotective.
Clifton Powell Jr. also seems to have passed the “sister test.” Malia was seen spending time with him shortly after it became known that he was dating Sasha. The two were spotted walking and talking in a Los Angeles park, appearing relaxed despite the paparazzi nearby.
Is Clifton the one?
Before dating Clifton Powell Jr., Sasha Obama was rumored to be dating Matt Metzler. They sparked dating rumors in 2017 when they were seen kissing at the Lollapalooza Music Festival, but it was unclear if they were officially a couple. After that, Sasha started dating Powell Jr. in 2022, and they have been together ever since.
It looks like Sasha’s parents support her relationship. In a 2022 appearance on “The Ellen DeGeneres Show,” Michelle Obama talked openly about her daughter’s dating life, saying, “Now they are bringing home grown men. Before, it was just pop bands. Now they have boyfriends and real lives.”
As for whether Clifton Powell Jr. is the right match for Sasha Obama, it’s hard to say what the future will bring. However, it’s nice to see that they are enjoying their time together like any other young couple.
I Remarried After My Wife’s Passing — One Day My Daughter Said, ‘Daddy, New Mom Is Different When You’re Gone’
Two years after my wife’s passing, I remarried, hoping to rebuild my family. But when my 5-year-old daughter whispered, “Daddy, new mom is different when you’re gone,” I was stunned. Strange noises from a locked attic, strict rules, and Sophie’s fear spark a chilling mystery I can’t ignore.
I never thought I’d find love again after losing Sarah. The way grief hollowed out my chest made breathing feel like an optional activity for months.
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But then Amelia walked into my life, all warm smiles and gentle patience, and somehow she made the world feel lighter.
Not just for me, but for Sophie too. My five-year-old daughter took to her immediately, which felt like a miracle considering how rough the past two years had been.
The first time Sophie met Amelia at the park, my daughter had been reluctant to leave the swing set.
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“Just five more minutes, Daddy,” she’d pleaded, her little legs pumping higher and higher.
Then Amelia had walked up, her sundress catching the late afternoon light, and said something that changed everything: “You know, I bet you could touch the clouds if you went just a little bit higher.”
Sophie’s eyes had lit up like stars. “Really?”
“Well, that’s what I always believed when I was your age,” Amelia had replied with a wink. “Would you like me to push you?”
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When Amelia suggested we move into her inherited home after we got married, it seemed perfect. The house was gorgeous, with its high ceilings and detailed woodwork that spoke of quiet grandeur.
Sophie’s eyes went wide when she first saw her new bedroom, and I couldn’t help but smile at her excitement.
“It’s like a princess room, Daddy!” she’d squealed, twirling around in circles. “Can I paint the walls purple?”
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“We’ll have to ask Amelia, sweetheart. It’s her house.”
“Our house now,” Amelia had corrected gently, squeezing my hand. “And purple sounds wonderful, Sophie. We can pick out the shade together.”
Then I had to go away on business for a week – my first extended trip since the wedding. I was nervous about leaving my little family when everything still felt so new.
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“You’ll be fine,” Amelia had assured me, pressing a travel mug of coffee into my hands as I headed for the airport. “And so will we. Sophie and I will have some quality girls’ time.”
“We’re going to paint my nails, Daddy!” Sophie chimed in as I kneeled to kiss her forehead.
It seemed like everything was under control. But when I returned, Sophie nearly knocked me over with her hug, clinging to me like she used to right after Sarah died.
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Her little body trembled against mine as she whispered, “Daddy, new mom is different when you’re gone.”
My heart stumbled in my chest. “What do you mean, sweetheart?”
Sophie pulled back, her lower lip quivering. “She locks herself in the attic room. And I hear weird noises when she’s in there. It’s scary, Daddy! And she says I can’t go in that room, and… and she’s mean.”
I tried to keep my voice steady. “Mean how, Sophie?”
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“She makes me clean my whole room all by myself, and she won’t let me have ice cream even when I’m good.” Sophie hung her head and sniffed. “I thought new mommy liked me, but… but…”
I hugged Sophie close as she started crying, my mind racing.
Amelia had been spending a lot of time in the attic, even before I left on my trip. She’d disappear up there for hours, and when I’d ask about it, she’d just smile and say she was “organizing things.”
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I didn’t think much of it at first. Everyone needs their space, right? But now, I worried.
And while the behavior Sophie described wasn’t the worst-case scenario I’d braced myself for when she said Amelia was mean to her, it was still a little harsh.
As Sophie cried against my chest, I couldn’t help but wonder if bringing Amelia into our lives had been a huge mistake. Had I been so desperate to believe in our happy ending that I’d missed something important?
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But I didn’t say anything when Amelia came downstairs. I greeted her with a smile and made some remark about Sophie missing me as I lifted my daughter and carried her to her bedroom. Once she calmed down, we had a tea party with her favorite toys.
I hoped the moment had passed and we could get back to normal, but that evening, I found Sophie standing outside the attic door.
“What’s in there, Daddy?” She pressed her hand against the door.
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I wished I knew the answer. “Probably just old things, sweetie. Come on, it’s almost bedtime.”
But sleep wouldn’t come that night. I lay in bed beside Amelia, watching shadows dance across the ceiling as questions chased each other through my mind.
Had I made a terrible mistake? Had I let someone into our lives who would hurt my little girl? I thought about the promises I’d made to Sarah in those final days. To keep Sophie safe. To make sure she grew up knowing love.
When Amelia slipped out of bed around midnight, I waited a few minutes before following her.
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I watched from the bottom of the stairs as she unlocked the attic door and slipped inside. I waited but didn’t hear her lock the door behind her.
I hurried up the stairs as silently as possible. Acting on impulse, I quickly opened the door and burst into the room.
My jaw dropped when I saw what was inside.
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The attic had been transformed into something magical. Soft pastel walls, floating shelves lined with Sophie’s favorite books, and a cozy window seat piled with pillows.
An easel stood in one corner, complete with art supplies, and twinkling fairy lights draped the ceiling. A child-sized tea table sat in another corner, complete with delicate china cups and a stuffed bear wearing a bow tie.
Amelia, who had been adjusting a teapot on the table, spun around when I entered.
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“I… I was hoping to finish before I showed you. I wanted it to be a surprise,” Amelia stammered. “For Sophie.”
The room was beautiful, but I couldn’t ignore the knot in my stomach. “It’s beautiful, Amelia, but… Sophie says you’ve been very strict with her. No ice cream, making her clean alone. Why?”
“Very strict?” Amelia’s shoulders slumped. “But I thought I was helping her become more independent. I know I’ll never replace Sarah, and I’m not trying to, I just… I wanted to do everything right. To be a good mother.” Her voice cracked. “But I’ve been doing everything wrong, haven’t I?”
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“You don’t have to be perfect,” I said softly. “You just have to be there.”
“I keep thinking about my mother,” Amelia confessed, sinking onto the window seat. “Everything had to be just so. When I started working on this room, I found myself channeling her without even realizing it. Being strict, maintaining order…”
She gestured at the perfect rows of books and the carefully arranged art supplies. “I’ve been so focused on creating this perfect space that I forgot children need mess and ice cream and silly stories.”
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Tears spilled down Amelia’s cheeks. “I forgot what she needs most is just… love. Simple, everyday love.”
The next evening, we brought Sophie up to the attic. She hung back at first, half-hiding behind my legs until Amelia kneeled beside her.
“Sophie, I’m so sorry I’ve been strict lately,” Amelia said. “I was trying so hard to be a good mom that I forgot how to just… be there for you. Will you let me show you something special?”
Sophie peeked around me, curiosity winning over caution.
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When she saw the room, Sophie’s mouth dropped open in a perfect “O.”
“Is this… is this for me?” she whispered.
Amelia nodded, her eyes glistening. “All of it. And I promise, from now on, we’ll clean your room together, and maybe… maybe we could share some ice cream while we read together?”
Sophie stared at her for a long moment before launching herself into Amelia’s arms. “Thank you, new mommy. I love it.”
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“Can we have tea parties up here?” Sophie asked, already moving toward the little table. “With real tea?”
“Hot chocolate,” Amelia amended with a laugh. “And cookies. Lots of cookies.”
Later that night, as I tucked Sophie into bed, she pulled me close and whispered, “New mom’s not scary. She’s nice.”
I kissed her forehead, feeling the last of my doubts dissolve.
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Our path to becoming a family wasn’t straight or simple, but maybe that’s what made it real. We were learning together, stumbling sometimes, but always moving forward.
And watching my daughter and my wife curl up in that attic room the next day, sharing ice cream and stories, I knew we’d be okay.
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
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