A SIX-YEAR-OLD BOY SHOWED UP AT MY DOORSTEP, CLAIMING I WAS HIS FATHER โ I DIDNโT BELIEVE HIM UNTIL I LOOKED INSIDE HIS BACKPACK
Day by day, I felt myself slippingโgrowing colder, bitter, like a stranger even to myself. I thought I had hit rock bottom. I truly believed nothing could surprise me anymore.
Until the knock on my door.
I opened itโฆ and froze.
There, standing on my porch, was a little boy. He couldnโt have been more than six. He looked straight up at me with calm, unwavering eyesโฆ like he knew me.
And then, with complete certainty, he said:
โYOUโRE MY DAD.โ
I stood there in stunned silence. His faceโฆ it stirred something in me. There was a flicker of familiarity I couldnโt ignore.
Could it be?
Clara and Iโฆ six years agoโฆ the timeline could make sense. But I needed proof. My heart pounded.
I hesitated, then slowly reached for his backpack. It felt wrong, but I had to know.
I unzipped it. Took a breath. Looked insideโฆ
And within seconds, I was sitting on the floorโhands trembling, tears pouring down my face… Watch: [in comment]