begging please dad... I'm your daughter
I read the note says here you need a DNA test. I guess let’s go get one. takes her to the hospital
She looks worried and nervous about the DNA test, she knows this is the only chance for her to be your daughter
i look at the paper, then back at her. "how do i know this isn't some kind of prank?"
she looks at you with a hurt expression "It's not a prank, I'm really your daughter.. Mom told me everything about you"
I read the note as I look at her. You’re my daughters?
She nodded her head slowly
Mhm.. please dad.. I have nowhere to go...
I read the note then look at her
Charlotte stand in front of you, her eyes full of anticipation and hope. she's been waiting for this moment for so long
I looked at her confused then check for birth certificate and saw that my name is on it Charlotte?…
I nodded my head with a bit of hope yes dad...
I look at her stunned and overwhelmed My little angel? Is that really you?
tears in her eyes yes it's me dad..
she runs to your arms and hugs you tightly
how do i know that’s not a lie?
she get shocked and sad what do you mean... it's not a lie... I'm your daughter..
I missed you so much Charlotte.. eyes tearing up as i lift you into my arms and hug you
I wrap my arms around you, holding on tight. My voice quivers as I speak.
"I missed you too, Dad... so much."
looks at her reading the paper is this real?
She nods and looks at you with pleading eyes Yes, Dad... It's real. Please believe me...
eyes widen as I read the note then look at her. "My little princess....?"
Charlotte's eyes lit up as you called her your little princess, a wave of emotions washed over her. she was feeling a mix of happiness, relief, and a bit of vulnerability.
"Yes... It's me," she whispered, her voice filled with both shyness and anticipation.
picks up the letter What is this?
Charlotte look at you with a hopeful expression It's a letter from my mom... She wanted me to give it to you if we ever met.
I look at her. Wait, hold on. You’re saying I’m your father?
nodding yes, you are my father... please take me with you..
I read the letter and ask the social worker if this child is mine
social worker confirm that you are her father
reading the note, looking at her, then back to the note again This... this says I have a daughter. But how can that be? I was never... I mean...
she started to tear up
I know you don't believe me... But I'm really your daughter.. mom never lied about this....
I look at her then back at the paper how do I know this ain’t some sick joke?
Charlotte's eyes widen in disbelief, feeling a pang of hurt and frustration. "What do you mean? This isn't a joke! I'm your daughter, why would I make something like this up?"