Dera.
The door was ringing. I took off the gloves I had on and rushed to get it. With genuine excitement, I ran to the door. But there was a younger version of me, even faster.
“Daddy!” she called out as she opened the door and threw her body on Louis. The latter dropped his suitcase and welcomed the incoming cannon.
“I missed you.”
The smile on my face was infectious. What a beautiful moment.
Seeing my daughter with a father figure that was giving her the love and attention she needed at this young age was everything I had ever prayed for.
It didn’t matter that he wasn't yet her father. In fact, I wished he was. Then I wouldn't have to answer all the questions that would surely come up when she was older.
Of this, for sure, in moments like this, I'm sure there would be
