For weeks, I noticed my 9-year-old daughter, Lila, coming home later than usual. Her explanations never quite made sense, and I grew increasingly concerned.
Then one afternoon, she blurted out, “I’ve been walking with Daddy.” My heart froze. Her father, Mike, had passed away three years ago.
Stunned and alarmed, I knew I had to find out what was really happening so the next day, I followed her.
What I discovered left me speechless. Lila met an elderly man in the park and ran into his arms, calling him “Daddy” as she hugged him tightly.
I confronted them immediately, demanding to know who he was. The man calmly introduced himself as Henry Mike’s estranged father.
He explained that he and Mike had fallen out years ago, and he’d only recently learned of his son’s death.
Lila had come across him by chance, and through their conversations, a quiet but powerful bond had grown.
