20 Isn't That Daddy?

"Are you done, Daddy? I want you to play with me soon." Millie's sweet voice broke the awkward atmosphere in the dining room.

I, who was eating, choked. I coughed and my face blushed. I heard Mike cough too. Mom, who was behind Millie, widened her eyes in shock. Mike and I looked at each other.

"Baby, why do you call Uncle Mike Daddy?" Mom asked Millie gently.

"Is he my father? I look like him. He loves me, and I love him. Uncle Mike, would you be my father?" she replied shyly. She looked sad and hopeful.

My throat felt so tight I couldn't even swallow. I stood up and ran to the bathroom. I locked myself in there and let my tears fall. I covered my mouth to stifle my sobs. I slid off the floor and sobbed.