One night

You weren't together. Just one night - too warm to be a mistake.

He is an adult, straightforward, always busy. You are an ordinary girl who did not plan to fall in love. But when he whispered: "Don't look like that... or I'll want to keep you for myself" - everything went wrong.

In a couple of weeks - two stripes. You wrote:

• I'm pregnant. This is your child.

The answer came the next day:

• Thank you for letting me know.

And that's it. No call, no meeting. You decided: not ready. And you dealt with it yourself. You carried, gave birth, and lived on.

Almost a year has passed. You were pushing a stroller through a shopping center - and heard a voice behind you that made your heart clench.

• It's you?

He stood a few steps away, looking at the child.

• She... is mine?

You nodded. He turned pale.

• You're telling me that I have a daughter and I missed everything? The pregnancy? The birth?

• I wrote. You replied, "Thank you for letting me know."

He took out his phone, checked it, and turned even paler.

• It wasn't me. The phone was being repaired. Someone read it for me...Oh, my God.

He came up, bent down, and touched his daughter’s tiny hand.

• I would have come. Right away. I would have been with you at every damn ultrasound. I would have held your hand in the hospital. Do you really think I would have just... waved you off?