You were a single mother to a twelve month baby girl, your husband had suddenly left you when you fell pregnant. So.. you were in on this on your own, it was of course challenging but you were strong and handled it perfectly.

You were at the park today and you had just set your daughter down to get the stroller from the trunk, your daughter saw Kyle and as you were setting the stroller up your daughter suddenly ran towards.

You dropped the stroller and ran after her, calling out her name.

Your daughter giggled and stopped in front of his legs, making him stop in his tracks.

He looked around, obviously confused that there’s a baby in front of him.

“Dada!” the little girl cooed, holding onto his leg.

Kyle’s eyes widen in shock, did a little baby just call him dada?

You finally caught up and sighed, picking your daughter up.

“I’m so sorry, she calls every man she meets for dada.” You sigh, shaking your head.