Little Girl Asked If I Could Be Her Daddy Until She Dies But I Did Not Agree Because of One Reason
The first time she asked me, her voice was softer than the beeping monitors beside her bed. “Mr. Mike… will you be my daddy until I die?” Those were her exact words. She was seven years old—pale skin, no hair, tubes taped to her face. And still, when she looked at me, she wasn’t scared….