a asked me another question. “Daddy Mike, do you have a picture of your daughter? The one who died?”
I pulled out my wallet and showed her. “This is Sarah. She was sixteen here. This was taken a week before the accident.”
“She was the best kid in the world,” I said. “Smart and funny and kind. She wanted to be a veterinarian. Loved animals more than anything.”
“I bet she loved you a lot.”
“I hope so. I loved her more than life itself.”
Amara handed back the picture. “Daddy Mike, do you think Sarah would be okay with you being my daddy now? I don’t want her to be sad.”
I lost it then. Just started crying right there in that hospital room. This dying little girl was worried about my dead daughter’s feelings.
“Baby girl,” I said through my tears. “Sarah would love you. And she would be so happy that I found you. That I get to be a daddy again.”
Amara reached up and patted my face. “Don’t cry, Daddy. It’s okay. We found each other.”
I called my club president that night. “Brother, I need the club’s help. I’ve got a situation.”Continue reading…
