I’m happy yet sad, feeling a deep sense of regret. My little girl is right there. I want to approach her and hug her so badly, but I can't yet. I watch her while she talks to another child. She's witty, just like her mom. She's three years old now, and I've missed three years of her life. I can't even blame Beryl. If I had found out sooner, I think everything would have just been more chaotic. If Beryl had introduced her to me or if I had moved them into my house, Ally would have definitely caused trouble for us.
I approached Beryl to ask about our oldest, but she coldly replied that she's her child alone. If the kid didn't look exactly like me, I might have believed her. But she’s my cute mini-me.
"Who is he, Uncle?" Precious innocently asked my brother. She finally noticed me. I've bee
