After her husband’s death, a 20-year-old woman and her 3-month-old son ended up on the street…

He never rushed her, understanding that Mindy needed time. On Alex’s first birthday, Mindy threw a small party. Everyone who had supported her during tough times came, Rachel with her husband, Clark with his new girlfriend, John’s parents, a few colleagues from the foundation, and, of course, Andrew.

Alex, dressed in a funny festive outfit, was the center of attention. He was already confidently walking while holding onto furniture and even trying to say his first words. Mom, he said, looking at Mindy.

Mom, yes, baby, mom is here, she smiled, lifting him into her arms. When it was time to blow out the candle on the cake, everyone gathered around the table. Mindy placed Alex in front of the cake, supporting him under his arms.

Make a wish, son, she whispered into his ear. Of course, the one-year-old didn’t understand what was expected, but seeing everyone blowing on the candle, he puffed out his cheeks amusingly and blew out the air. The candle went out, and everyone applauded.

After the party, when the guests had left and tired Alex fell asleep in his crib, Mindy and Andrew remained alone in the kitchen. They silently cleaned up the dishes, and in that silence there was a special closeness. I’m proud of you, Andrew suddenly said, looking at Mindy.

You’re an amazing woman. Mindy blushed and lowered her eyes. I’m just doing what I have to.

No, not just that, Andrew objected. Someone else in your place might have become bitter, withdrawn, but you found the strength not only to endure, but also to help others. He stepped closer and gently took her hand.

Mindy, I know it might still be too soon, but I can’t stay silent. You’ve become a very dear person to me. Mindy looked up and made his gaze, sincere, warm, full of hope.

I’m not asking for anything, Andrew continued. Just so you know, I’m here and will be here as long as you need. She didn’t pull her hand away.

Something stirred inside her, not a betrayal of John’s memory, but something new, frightening yet bright. I don’t know what to say, Mindy honestly admitted. I don’t think I’m ready yet.

I understand, Andrew nodded. I’m not rushing. Just know that the doors of my heart are always open for you and Alex.

From that evening, something changed in their relationship. Nothing was said openly, but they became closer. Andrew visited more often, sometimes stayed for dinner, played with Alex.

The boy clearly grew attached to him, always happy to see him, reaching out for Andrew to pick him up. One day, while walking in the park, Alex, holding tightly the hands of adults on both sides, suddenly looked at Andrew and clearly said, Dad. Alex pronounced distinctly.

Mindy froze, afraid to look at Andrew. He crouched in front of the boy and said seriously, No, little one, I’m not your dad. Your dad is a wonderful man who is no longer with us, but I really, really want to be your friend.

Is that okay? Alex, of course, didn’t understand a word, but smiled and reached out his hands to Andrew’s face. I’ll tell him about his father when he grows up, Mindy said quietly, so he knows what kind of man John was. Of course, Andrew agreed…