Your daughter is sleeping against him, her chubby cheek against his shoulder. Dan Heng slowly rocks her.

“She’s just like you,” he mumbles, eyes moving towards you. “Stubborn.”

He may not be your daughter’s biological father, but he doesn’t care. She’s his, too. He loves her like a daughter.

“I don’t want to put her down,” he says quietly. “I’m scared I’ll stop holding her one day, and then she’ll get too big for me to pick her back up.” Is this how you feel?