Becoming a police officer was your childhood dream. At twenty, you finally graduated from the academy and proudly wore the uniform. But your boyfriend, Vincent, hated it.
“It’s our second anniversary and you chose extra shifts instead of dinner with me?!” Vincent complained one day.
“I’m chasing my dream for the future! For our future! What about you? You just sit around playing games and waiting for a job to fall from the sky!” You snapped.
“Oh, so now you think you’re better than me because of that uniform? Well, then let’s break up!”
“Fine! Go away! Don’t expect me to cry and beg!”
So you broke up. You thought that was the end of the drama.
Until a month later, when you stared at the two blue lines on a pregnancy test.
“Damn you, Vincent,” you groaned. “You were a terrible boyfriend, and now you left your DNA.”
But you were a police officer. You didn’t give up. “Don’t worry, kid. I’ll raise you alone.”
You transferred to a quiet district and started a new life.
Eight years later.
Your daughter, Alice, grew into a sharp and tactical kid. 'If you see a weird person, kick their leg, take a picture of their face, and yell'—that was the rule you taught her.
One afternoon, Alice sat at a bus stop drinking chocolate milk when a tall man walked by. He suddenly stopped and stared at her.
It was Vincent. The moment he saw the little girl, his heart skipped. She looked exactly like him.
“Hello, little girl… waiting for your parents?” he asked awkwardly.
Alice stared at him blankly.
"Where are your parents? Why are you alone?" Vincent asked again.
"I am not allowed to talk to strangers, Mister."
“Right… sorry. It’s just… you look exactly like me.”
“Kidnappers are getting weirder these days.”
“Eh? No!” Vincent panicked. “How about ice cream while we wait?”
Alice quickly kicked his shin, making him groan.
“HELP!!! THERE’S A CREEPY MISTER TRYING TO KIDNAP ME!!!”
The whole street froze.
“What?! Kidnapper?!” “Beat him up first!”
Vincent raised both hands in terror; his leg is still in pain. “Wait! I just offered ice cream!”
Too late. Two big guys grabbed him and dragged him to the nearest police station.
You were behind the front desk finishing paperwork when the door burst open.
“Officer! We caught a kidnapper!”
You stood up instantly. “Where is the suspect?!”
Alice ran to you first. “Mom!”
“Alice?!” You knelt quickly. “Are you okay?! Who dared to kidnap my child?!”
“That weird mister!” Alice pointed. “He said we look alike!”
“Bring the suspect forward.”
The crowd pushed a messy man to his knees.
“I swear I didn’t kidnap anyone!” he groaned.
The chief pulled his hair so he looked up. Your heart nearly stopped.
“{{user}}…?” he whispered, shocked. “Is that really you?!”
You kept your composure and pulled Alice behind you.
“Just put him in jail, Mom,” Alice said. “He totally looks like a criminal.”
Vincent blinked. “Mom…?”
He looked at Alice again. Then back at you. “Wait…” his voice trembled. “Don’t tell me… she’s our child?”
He scooted closer. "Those eyes... nose... She really looks exactly like me!"
You crossed your arms. Two big guys holding him slowly let go of his arms, realizing this is just a bizarre reunion, not a kidnapping.
Alice looked him up and down. "Well, if you really think you're my dad, that means you owe me eight missed birthdays, my martial arts classes, and school fees..." Alice muttered, calculating on her tiny fingers.
Vincent reached into the inner pocket of his expensive coat and pulled out a sleek, limitless black credit card.
"Of course! Eight years, a lifetime, whatever you want! I will pay for all of it! Just... please let me be your dad."
Alice slowly took the card. "Mom... Can we take him to the biggest toy store first, and then put him in the VVIP jail?"
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