A Young Girl Asked Me to Be Her Father for Life — But I Had One Reason to Refuse
As the sun dipped behind the hospital buildings, painting the sky with shades of gold and violet, I walked across the parking lot with a stack of storybooks pressed under my arm.
I had made this walk hundreds of times over the past fifteen years, yet something felt different that evening.
The air felt heavier, almost thoughtful, as if it carried whispers of things I didn’t yet understand. Even the soft hum of fluorescent lights and…
As the sun dipped behind the hospital buildings, painting the sky with shades of gold and violet, I walked across the parking lot with a stack of storybooks pressed under my arm.
I had made this walk hundreds of times over the past fifteen years, yet something felt different that evening.
The air felt heavier, almost thoughtful, as if it carried whispers of things I didn’t yet understand. Even the soft hum of fluorescent lights and…
