Little girl across the street waved at me day and night for weeks. I couldn\u2019t shake her haunted eyes. When I eventually went to see her, nothing could have prepared me for the devastating truth behind that door.<\/p>\n
I saw this girl from my window every night. She was always by the window, waving at me with her tiny hand. Her intense gaze on me sent thrills down my spine. Who was she? She wanted what from me?<\/p>\n
I looked at my wife, Sandy, reading on the couch.
\n\u201cBabe, she\u2019s back. I told you about this girl.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandy frowned as she looked up. \u201cThe one who waves at you constantly?\u201d<\/p>\n
I nodded, sad. \u201cYeah. There\u2019s something\u2026 No idea. Something in her eyes. She seems to be telling me something.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandy put her book down and joined me at the window. \u201cOh, Arnie,\u201d she whispered, touching my shoulder. Maybe she\u2019s a lonely youngster. Have you waved back?<\/p>\n
I shook my head, still staring at the little figure across the street. Sandy, I can\u2019t explain. It feels more. Like she\u2019s calling me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandy tightened grasp on my shoulder. You\u2019re scared me, honey. Just a youngster waving. Don\u2019t overthink it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked away from the window and smiled. You\u2019re right. I may be overthinking.\u201d<\/p>\n
As I closed the drapes, I felt like I was missing something vital.<\/p>\n
My dreams of the small child pleading for aid kept me awake that night.<\/p>\n
She cried, \u201cDon\u2019t leave me,\u201d in my fantasies. Do not leave.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandy watched over me as I woke up sweating.<\/p>\n
\u201cArnie? Are you okay? In your sleep, you talked.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sitting up, my heart raced. \u201cI don\u2019t know. That girl. My dreams included her. She cried.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandy\u2019s eyes widened in concern. \u201cWe should discuss this with someone. A therapist, maybe?<\/p>\n
Shaking my head. \u201cNo, I need to act. I can\u2019t ignore this.\u201d<\/p>\n
I woke up weary at morning. My head hurt from last night\u2019s nightmares. Even though my favorite breakfast was cooking, the smell of fresh pancakes didn\u2019t cheer me up.<\/p>\n
I walked downstairs to find Sandy serving me hot tea and delicious pancakes.<\/p>\n
\u201cRough night?\u201d<\/p>\n
I nodded, sipping hot tea. \u201cYes, couldn\u2019t shake those dreams.\u201d<\/p>\n
After breakfast, I returned to the window. Seeing the girl standing there made my heart race. Our eyes met and she waved.<\/p>\n
I felt pulled to her like a moth to a flame by her small touch.<\/p>\n
I dropped my cup clattering. \u201cFinished. Going to talk to her parents. I\u2019ve had enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandy\u2019s eyes widened. \u201cArnie, are you sure?\u201d<\/p>\n
I nodded, staring at the building across the street. I need to know, Sandy. Unable to articulate, yet I sense she needs me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandy approached behind me, embracing my waist. \u201cBe careful, please? Call me if anything seems off.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned and kissed her forehead. \u201cI will. I assure you.\u201d<\/p>\n
The street crossing felt like my longest adventure. I reached the building with a racing heart and sweaty fingers as I pressed the doorbell for the apartment I\u2019d seen the girl in so many times.<\/p>\n
A woman\u2019s voice crackled over the intercom after a long gap. \u201cYes? Is it who?<\/p>\n
Hello, Arnold from across the way. I wanted to discuss your daughter.\u201d<\/p>\n
Another lengthier pause. A buzz opened the door.<\/p>\n
Woman stood at the door. My heart halted at her sight.<\/p>\n
\u201cJULIETTE?\u201d I muttered, disbelieving my eyes.<\/p>\n
With tears in her eyes, she nodded. \u201cHello, Arnie. Long time.\u201d<\/p>\n
A little figure emerged behind Juliette before I could answer. Little girl. With eager eyes, she gazed up at me.<\/p>\n
She chirped \u201cDADDY?\u201d<\/p>\n
It felt like being on a stormy boat. Grabbing the doorframe stabilized myself.<\/p>\n
What did she say?<\/p>\n
Juliette stepped aside to let me in. Come inside, Arnie. We can discuss much.\u201d<\/p>\n
My head spun as I slumped onto the ancient couch. Juliette sat across from me, crying.<\/p>\n
\u201cArnie, remember that lake house weekend? Six years ago?\u201d<\/p>\n
Memories returned as I nodded. Last weekend together before\u2014<\/p>\n
\u201cBefore we broke up,\u201d she said. \u201cWhat I didn\u2019t know then was\u2026 I was pregnant.\u201d<\/p>\n
Head snapped up. \u201cWhat? But how? Why didn\u2019t you say?<\/p>\n
Juliette cried. I tried, Arnie. God, I tried. But you\u2019d left town and changed your number. Like you\u2019d vanished.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI had a right to know,\u201d I muttered, tears tearing.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know. I was afraid and young. Years passed before I had the confidence to look for you. It seemed too late.\u201d<\/p>\n
The tiny girl, Juliette called Heidi, sat calmly in a corner, staring at me.<\/p>\n
My girl. I thought about the word\u2014foreign, terrible, and magnificent.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen did you move here?\u201d I faced Juliette.<\/p>\n
A couple months ago. My employment changed. \u201cWhen I saw you through the window that first day\u2026\u201d she said, looking away. I told Heidi you were her dad. I hoped fate gave us another chance. Then I saw you with someone\u2014<\/p>\n
Sandy, she\u2019s my wife.<\/p>\n
Long quietness. Then I stood up abruptly, confused. \u201cI must go. I need to think.\u201d<\/p>\n
Curled Heidi\u2019s face. \u201cDaddy? You leaving?<\/p>\n
The word pierced my heart. Her dread in her eyes broke my heart as I knelt before her.<\/p>\n
I\u2019ll return, sweetheart. I swear. Just some time, okay?<\/p>\n
She nodded sincerely, and I felt a rush of affection that nearly knocked me over.<\/p>\n
Juliette called after me leaving the apartment. \u201cArnie? I\u2019m sorry. For everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
I couldn\u2019t reply.<\/p>\n
Walk home was blurry. Sandy waited anxiously at the door.<\/p>\n
\u201cArnie? What happened? It looks like you saw a ghost.\u201d<\/p>\n
I slumped into her arms, tears finally flowing. Between sobs, I told her everything. About Juliette, Heidi, and my unborn daughter.<\/p>\n
Sandy held me tightly as she listened in quiet. I finished, and she pulled back, looking at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you going to do?\u201d she whispered.<\/p>\n
I shook my head, confused. \u201cNo idea. Sandy is my daughter. A tiny child waving and reaching for me. How do I leave that?<\/p>\n
I\u2019m as surprised as you, Arnie. But we must be careful. Juliette\u2019s words aren\u2019t always reliable.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou mean what?\u201d<\/p>\n
We should test our DNA first. \u201cJust to be sure,\u201d Sandy squeezed my shoulders.<\/p>\n
I returned to Juliette\u2019s door the next day. When she opened it, I shouted, \u201cJuliette, I think we need a DNA test.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her face hardened instantaneously. \u201cWhat? You believe I\u2019m lying? Now you question me after finding out you have a child? Arnie, you\u2019re incredible.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI just want to be certain before I commit to anything,\u201d I said, but she slammed the door.<\/p>\n
I went home dejected and told my mother. After listening intently, she requested Juliette\u2019s address.<\/p>\n
I don\u2019t know what my mom told her, but Juliette called the next day.<\/p>\n
\u201cHi Juliette. Your mother gave me your number. I understand after thinking about it. We can test DNA.\u201d<\/p>\n
Relief made me sigh. \u201cThanks, Juliette. I appreciate.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandy wasn\u2019t happy when I informed her. \u201cI love you, Arnie. I do, God help. I\u2019ll support you. But I\u2019m terrified. She cried as I brought her closer, my eyes full of sorrow. I hope this doesn\u2019t change anything between us.<\/p>\n
The next few weeks were an emotional rollercoaster of anxiety, hope, and fear.<\/p>\n
When the DNA test results arrived, I trembled opening the envelope. \u201c99.99% probability of paternity.\u201d popped out in the distorted text.<\/p>\n
My heart raced. Heidi was my daughter.<\/p>\n
A small part of me, still reeling from this life-changing news, voiced misgivings.<\/p>\n
Maybe there was a mistake.<\/p>\n
I couldn\u2019t imagine accepting this new reality only to have it taken away.<\/p>\n
Retaking the test and waiting again was terrible. The second test was positive. Calling Sandy brought tears to my eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s true,\u201d I cried on her shoulders. \u201cShe\u2019s mine. My girl.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence, then \u201cOh, Arnie, I\u2019m here.\u201d For you both.\u201d<\/p>\n
Heidi called me \u201cDaddy!\u201d and ran into my arms when Sandy and I visited Juliette\u2019s apartment.<\/p>\n
I held Sandy and gazed at her eyes, scared of what I might see. Despite her tears, she smiled and stroked Heidi\u2019s hair.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s beautiful,\u201d Sandy muttered.<\/p>\n
Juliette looked at us with excitement and grief. \u201cI never meant to complicate your lives,\u201d she remarked. \u201cI wanted Heidi to know her father.\u201d<\/p>\n
Understanding filled me as I nodded. Glad you did. I\u2019m delighted I know her.\u201d<\/p>\n
Heidi held onto my leg as we left. \u201cYou\u2019ll return, Daddy?\u201d<\/p>\n
I knelt, staring into those familiar eyes. I will, dear. I won\u2019t leave. I assure you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandy interlaced my fingers on the way home. \u201cWe\u2019re parents now?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her hand was squeezed. It seems so. Is this okay?<\/p>\n
She paused, then nodded. We\u2019ve been trying to have babies for two years without success. I didn\u2019t expect this. I guess I\u2019m okay.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandy and I hugged at our front door. \u201cI adore you. Thank you for being excellent throughout.\u201d<\/p>\n
I adore you too. And Arnie? I expect you to be a great dad.\u201d<\/p>\n
Heidi waved from across the street that night as I stood at our window. This time, I felt love, not dread or bewilderment. My emotions ran wild as I waved back.<\/p>\n
This may not have been my plan to become a dad. It may not have been my path. However, as I waved at my kid, I realized it was my destiny.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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