Today, Keisha walks to school holding my hand, chatting about her dreams, her drawings, and the questions she’s too shy to ask anyone else. She often asks if I’ll always be around, and I tell her yes, because consistency is everything to a child rebuilding her sense of security. What she doesn’t see is how much she has changed my life in return.
Before she came into my world, my days were quiet and predictable. Now, they are filled with purpose, small routines, and a joy I never expected to find. Keisha may call me “Daddy Mike,” but the truth is, she has given me just as much—if not more—than I have ever given her.
