{"id":1216,"date":"2024-11-26T13:43:12","date_gmt":"2024-11-26T13:43:12","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/momentsunfolded.com\/?p=1216"},"modified":"2024-11-26T13:43:14","modified_gmt":"2024-11-26T13:43:14","slug":"little-girl-from-across-the-street-waved-at-me-every-day-and-night-what-i-saw-when-i-went-to-inspect-her-house-left-me-breathles","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/momentsunfolded.com\/archives\/1216","title":{"rendered":"Little Girl from Across the Street Waved at Me Every Day and Night \u2014 What I Saw When I Went to Inspect Her House Left Me Breathles"},"content":{"rendered":"
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For weeks, a little girl from across the street waved at me day and night. I couldn\u2019t shake the haunting look in her eyes. When I finally went to see who she was, nothing could\u2019ve prepared me for the heartbreaking truth waiting behind that door.\n
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Every evening, I would watch this little girl from my window. She was always there, a small, petite figure no older than five standing by the window, her tiny hand waving at me. Her eyes, fixed on mine, held an intensity that sent shivers down my spine.\u00a0Who was she? What did she want from me?\n\n

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A little girl waving her hand from a window\n\n\n

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I turned to my wife, Sandy, who was curled up on the couch with a book. \u201cBabe, she\u2019s there again. The girl I told you about.\u201d\n\n

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Sandy looked up, her brow furrowed. \u201cThe one who\u2019s always waving at you?\u201d\n\n

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I nodded, feeling a pang of sorrow. \u201cYeah. There\u2019s something\u2026 I don\u2019t know. Something in her eyes. It\u2019s like she\u2019s trying to tell me something.\u201d\n\n

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\"A\n\n

A woman reading a book\n\n\n

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Sandy set her book aside and joined me at the window. \u201cOh, Arnie,\u201d she said softly, placing a hand on my shoulder. \u201cMaybe she\u2019s just a lonely kid. Have you tried waving back?\u201d\n\n

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I shook my head, my eyes still fixed on the little figure across the street. \u201cNo, I can\u2019t explain it, Sandy. It feels like more than that. Like she\u2019s calling out to me.\u201d\n\n

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Sandy\u2019s grip on my shoulder tightened. \u201cHoney, you\u2019re scaring me a little. It\u2019s just a kid waving. Don\u2019t read too much into it, okay?\u201d\n\n

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I tore my gaze away from the window and forced a smile. \u201cYou\u2019re right. I\u2019m probably just overthinking things.\u201d\n\n

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A man looking somewhere\n\n\n

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As I pulled the curtains shut, I couldn\u2019t shake the feeling that I was turning my back on something important.\n\n

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That night, sleep eluded me, my dreams haunted by the image of the little girl crying out for help.\n\n

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\u201cDon\u2019t leave me,\u201d she sobbed in my dreams. \u201cPlease, don\u2019t go.\u201d\n\n

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I woke up in a cold sweat, Sandy\u2019s concerned face hovering over me.\n\n

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\u201cArnie? Are you okay? You were talking in your sleep.\u201d\n\n

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\"Grayscale\n\n

Grayscale shot of a man sleeping\n\n\n

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I sat up, my heart racing. \u201cI\u2026 I don\u2019t know. That girl. She was in my dreams. She was crying.\u201d\n\n

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Sandy\u2019s eyes widened with worry. \u201cMaybe we should talk to someone about this. A therapist, maybe?\u201d\n\n

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I shook my head. \u201cNo, I think I need to do something. I can\u2019t keep ignoring this.\u201d\n\n

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At the break of dawn, I woke up exhausted. My head was pounding from last night\u2019s nightmares. The aroma of freshly made pancakes wafted up from the kitchen, but even the promise of my favorite breakfast did little to lift my spirits.\n\n

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A distressed man holding his head\n\n\n

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I trudged downstairs, where Sandy greeted me with a steaming cup of tea and a plate of golden pancakes.\n\n

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\u201cRough night?\u201d\n\n

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I nodded, taking a sip of the hot tea. \u201cYeah, couldn\u2019t shake off those dreams.\u201d\n\n

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As I finished my breakfast, I was drawn to the window again. My heart skipped a beat when I saw the little girl standing there. She waved at me the moment our eyes met.\n\n

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Her tiny outstretched hand seemed to pull me towards her like a moth drawn to a flame.\n\n

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A sad little girl waving her hand\n\n\n

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I set down my cup with a clatter. \u201cThat\u2019s it. I\u2019m going to talk to her parents. I can\u2019t take this anymore.\u201d\n\n

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Sandy\u2019s eyes widened. \u201cArnie, are you sure about this?\u201d\n\n

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I nodded, my eyes fixed on the building across the street. \u201cI have to know, Sandy. I can\u2019t explain it, but\u2026 I feel like she needs me. She\u2019s getting creepy. She waved at me the same way last night. What does she want? I don\u2019t get it.\u201d\n\n

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\"Window\n\n

Window view of a building across the street\n\n\n

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Sandy came up behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist. \u201cJust be careful, okay? And call me if anything feels off.\u201d\n\n

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I turned and kissed her forehead. \u201cI will. I promise.\u201d\n\n

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The walk across the street felt like the longest journey of my life. My heart pounded in my chest as I approached the building, my palms sweaty as I pressed the buzzer for the apartment I\u2019d seen the girl in so many times.\n\n

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\"Close-up\n\n

Close-up of a man pressing a buzzer near a door\n\n\n

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There was a long pause, and then a woman\u2019s voice crackled through the intercom. \u201cYes? Who is it?\u201d\n\n

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\u201cHi, I\u2019m Arnold from across the street. I wanted to talk to you about your daughter.\u201d\n\n

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Another pause, longer this time. Then, the door buzzed open.\n\n

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A woman holding the door handle\n\n\n

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A woman stood in the doorway. My heart stopped the moment I saw her.\n\n

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\u201cJULIETTE?\u201d I whispered, hardly believing my eyes.\n\n

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She nodded, her eyes glistening with tears. \u201cHello, Arnie. It\u2019s been a long time.\u201d\n\n

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\"Portrait\n\n

Portrait of a woman near a door\n\n\n

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Before I could respond, a small figure appeared behind Juliette. The little girl. She looked up at me, her eyes wide and hopeful.\n\n

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\u201cDADDY?!\u201d she chirped.\n\n

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I felt like I was on a boat in a storm. I gripped the doorframe to steady myself.\n\n

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\u201cWhat did she say?\u201d\n\n

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Juliette stepped aside, ushering me in. \u201cCome inside, Arnie. We have a lot to talk about.\u201d\n\n

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A cheerful little girl looking up and smiling\n\n\n

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I sank onto the worn couch, my head spinning. Juliette sat across from me, her eyes brimming with tears.\n\n

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\u201cArnie, do you remember that weekend at the lake house? Six years ago?\u201d\n\n

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I nodded, memories flooding back. \u201cOur last weekend together before\u2014\u201d\n\n

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\u201cBefore we broke up,\u201d she finished. \u201cWhat I didn\u2019t know then was\u2026 I was already pregnant.\u201d\n\n

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My head snapped up. \u201cWhat? But how? Why didn\u2019t you tell me?\u201d\n\n

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A shocked man\n\n\n

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Juliette\u2019s tears spilled over. \u201cI tried, Arnie. God, I tried. But you\u2019d moved out of town and changed your number. It was like you\u2019d vanished.\u201d\n\n

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\u201cI had a right to know,\u201d I choked out, my eyes stinging.\n\n

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\u201cI know. I was young and scared. By the time I worked up the courage to really look for you, years had passed. I thought it was too late.\u201d\n\n

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The little girl, whom Juliette called Heidi, sat silently in a corner, her eyes never leaving my face.\n\n

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My daughter.\u00a0The word echoed in my mind, foreign, terrifying, and wonderful all at once.\n\n

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A woman crying\n\n\n

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\u201cWhen did you move here?\u201d I turned to Juliette.\n\n

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\u201cA few months ago. I got a job transfer. When I saw you through the window that first day\u2026\u201d she trailed off, her eyes distant. \u201cI told Heidi you were her father. I thought maybe it was fate giving us another chance. But then, I saw you with someone\u2014\u201d\n\n

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\u201cShe\u2019s my wife, Sandy.\u201d\n\n

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A long silence. Then I stood up abruptly, my mind reeling. \u201cI need to go. I need to think.\u201d\n\n

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A distressed man sitting on the couch\n\n\n

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Heidi\u2019s face crumpled. \u201cDaddy? Are you leaving?\u201d\n\n

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The word struck me like a dagger to my heart. I knelt down in front of her, my heart breaking at the fear in her eyes.\n\n

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\u201cI\u2019ll be back, sweetheart. I promise. I just need some time, okay?\u201d\n\n

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She nodded solemnly, and I felt a surge of love so strong it nearly knocked me off my feet.\n\n

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A cheerful little girl\n\n\n

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As I left the apartment, Juliette called after me. \u201cArnie? I\u2019m sorry. For everything.\u201d\n\n

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I couldn\u2019t bring myself to respond.\n\n

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The walk home was a blur. I found Sandy waiting anxiously by the door.\n\n

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\u201cArnie? What happened? You look like you\u2019ve seen a ghost.\u201d\n\n

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A heartbroken man walking on the road\n\n\n

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I collapsed into her arms, the tears finally breaking free. Between sobs, I told her everything. About Juliette, about Heidi, and about the daughter I never knew I had.\n\n

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Sandy listened in stunned silence, her arms tight around me. When I finished, she pulled back, her eyes searching mine.\n\n

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\u201cWhat are you going to do?\u201d she asked softly.\n\n

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I shook my head, lost. \u201cI don\u2019t know. I have a daughter, Sandy. A little girl who\u2019s been waving at me and trying to reach me. How do I just walk away from that?\u201d\n\n

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A woman looking at a man\n\n\n

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\u201cI\u2019m just as shocked as you are, Arnie. But we need to be careful. You can\u2019t just take everything Juliette says at face value.\u201d\n\n

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\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d\n\n

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\u201cWe should get a DNA test first. Just to be sure,\u201d Sandy said, squeezing my shoulders.\n\n

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A woman talking to a man\n\n\n

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The next day, I stood at Juliette\u2019s door again. When she opened it, I blurted out, \u201cJuliette, I think we need a DNA test.\u201d\n\n

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Her face instantly hardened. \u201cWhat? You think I\u2019m lying? You just found out you have a child, and you\u2019re already doubting me? You\u2019re unbelievable, Arnie.\u201d\n\n

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\u201cI just want to be certain before I commit to anything,\u201d I tried to explain, but she slammed the door in my face.\n\n

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An angry woman\n\n\n

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Dejected, I returned home and shared what happened with my mother. She listened quietly, then asked for Juliette\u2019s address.\n\n

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I wasn\u2019t sure what my mom said to her, but the next day, Juliette called.\n\n

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\u201cHey, Juliette here. I got your number from your mother. I\u2019ve thought about it and understand. We can do the DNA test.\u201d\n\n

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I sighed with relief. \u201cThank you, Juliette. I appreciate it.\u201d\n\n

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A woman talking on the phone\n\n\n

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When I told Sandy, she wasn\u2019t thrilled. \u201cI love you, Arnie. God help me, I do. And I\u2019ll stand by you through this. But I\u2019m scared. I just hope this doesn\u2019t change anything between us,\u201d she sobbed as I pulled her closer, my eyes brimming with tears.\n\n

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The next few weeks were an emotional rollercoaster, each day bringing a new wave of anxiety, hope, and fear.\n\n

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When the DNA test results finally arrived, my hands trembled as I opened the envelope. The words blurred before my eyes, but one phrase stood out in stark clarity: \u201c99.99% probability of paternity.\u201d\n\n

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My heart raced. Heidi was my daughter.\n\n

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A document on a table\n\n\n

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But a small part of me, the part still reeling from this life-altering revelation, whispered doubts.\n\n

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What if there was a mistake?\n\n

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I couldn\u2019t bear the thought of embracing this new reality only to have it ripped away.\n\n

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So I took another test and endured another agonizing wait. The second results came back, also positive. Tears streamed down my face as I called out to Sandy.\n\n

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\u201cIt\u2019s true,\u201d I sobbed on her shoulders. \u201cShe\u2019s really mine. My daughter.\u201d\n\n

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Dead silence, then, \u201cOh, Arnie, I\u2019m here for you. For both of you.\u201d\n\n

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Sandy and I visited Juliette\u2019s apartment, where Heidi greeted me with a cry of \u201cDaddy!\u201d and threw herself into my arms.\n\n

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As I held her, I looked at Sandy, afraid of what I might see in her eyes. But she was smiling through her tears, her hand reaching out to smooth Heidi\u2019s hair.\n\n

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\u201cShe\u2019s beautiful,\u201d Sandy whispered.\n\n

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A happy little girl holding a teddy bear\n\n\n

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Juliette watched us, joy and sadness brimming in her eyes. \u201cI never meant to complicate your lives,\u201d she said. \u201cI just wanted Heidi to know her father.\u201d\n\n

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I nodded, understanding flooding through me. \u201cI\u2019m glad you did. I\u2019m glad I know her now.\u201d\n\n

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As we left that day, Heidi clung to my leg. \u201cYou\u2019ll come back, right Daddy?\u201d\n\n

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I knelt down, looking into those eyes that were so like mine. \u201cOf course, I will, sweetheart. I\u2019m not going anywhere. I promise.\u201d\n\n

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A little girl looking up with a warm smile\n\n\n

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On the walk home, Sandy laced her fingers through mine. \u201cSo, we\u2019re parents now, huh?\u201d\n\n

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I squeezed her hand. \u201cLooks like it. Are you okay with this?\u201d\n\n

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She was quiet for a moment, then nodded. \u201cWe\u2019ve been trying to have kids for two years now, but it hasn\u2019t happened. It\u2019s not how I imagined it happening. But yes, I think I am okay.\u201d\n\n

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As we reached our front door, I pulled Sandy into a hug. \u201cI love you. Thank you for being so amazing through all of this.\u201d\n\n

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\u201cI love you too. And Arnie? I think you\u2019re going to be a wonderful father.\u201d\n\n

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Silhouette of a couple holding hands and walking\n\n\n

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That night, as I stood by our window, I saw Heidi waving from across the street. But this time, instead of fear or confusion, I felt only love. I waved back, my heart full to bursting.\n\n

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Maybe this wasn\u2019t how I\u2019d planned to become a father. Maybe it wasn\u2019t the path I would have chosen. But as I stood there, waving at my daughter, I knew with absolute certainty that it was the path I was meant to be on all along.\n\n

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A man waving his hand\n\n\n

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