The Little Girl Who Calls Me Dad Isn’t Mine — But I Walk Her to School Every Morning Because Love Made Us Family

When she spots him through the window, she runs straight into his arms.

He calls her “kiddo.”
She calls him “Dad.”

The first time she said it, he froze. Then he swallowed hard and whispered it back — as naturally as if he’d been waiting to answer to that word his entire life.

Growing Into a Family

Nothing about their journey was simple. There were court appointments, home visits, classes on parenting, background checks, and long conversations with social workers who struggled to understand why a man who lived alone and rode a motorcycle would fight this hard for a child who wasn’t biologically his.Continue reading…