For weeks, a little girl from across the street waved at me day and night, her eyes haunting me. Finally, I decided to visit her home. When a woman answered the door, I was shocked to recognize Juliette, my ex.
She revealed the little girl, Heidi, was my daughter, born after we had separated. Juliette had tried to reach me, but I had moved away. Seeing me across the street, she told Heidi I was her father.
Stunned, I promised to be there for Heidi, though I needed time to process it all. After a DNA test confirmed she was mine, I embraced my new role as her dad.
