Her face lit up the room, diluting the sunlight spilling through the hospital windows. Her yawn sent endorphins straight to my brain. When I held her tiny hand, life suddenly had meaning. So delicate.
The first time she uttered my name, my heart melted: “Daddy.”
That feeling never got old.
Melissa is a Chinese-Canadian writer. Follow her on Twitter / Instagram at @melisfluous or find her at linktr.ee/MelissaRen.