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Little girl who calls me daddy isn't mine but I show up every morning to walk her to school. Her real father is in prison for killing her mother. I'm just the biker who heard her crying behind a dumpster three years ago when she was five years old. Every morning at 7 AM, I park my Harley two houses down from where she lives with her grandmother. I walk up to the door in my leather vest covered in patches, and eight-year-old Keisha runs out and jumps into my arms like I'm the most important person in the world. "Daddy Mike!" she screams, wrapping her small arms around my neck. Her grandmother, Mrs. Washington, always stands in the doorway with tears in her eyes. She knows I'm not Keisha's father. Keisha knows it too. But we all pretend because it's the only thing keeping this little girl from completely falling apart. Three years ago, I was taking a shortcut behind a shopping center when I heard a child crying. Not normal crying. The kind of crying that makes your soul hurt. I found her sitting next to a dumpster in a princess dress covered in blood. Her mother's blood. "My daddy hurt my mommy," she kept saying. "My daddy hurt my mommy and she won't wake up." I called 911 and stayed with her. Held her while she shook. Gave her my leather jacket to keep warm. Told her everything would be okay even though I knew it wouldn't be. Her mother died that night. Her father got life in prison. And this little girl had nobody except a seventy-year-old grandmother who could barely walk. The social worker at the hospital asked if I was family. I said no. Just the guy who found her. But Keisha wouldn't let go of my hand. Wouldn't stop calling me "the angel man." Kept asking when I was coming back. I wasn't planning to come back. I'm fifty-seven years old. Never had kids. Never wanted them. Been riding solo for thirty years. But something about the way she held my hand, like I was her lifeline, broke something inside me. So I went back the next day. And the next. And the next. Started visiting her at her grandmother's house. Started showing up for her school events. Started being the one stable male figure in her life who didn't hurt her or leave her. The first time she called me daddy was six months after I found her. We were at a school father-daughter breakfast. All the other kids had their dads there. Keisha had me—a biker she wasn't even related to. When the teacher asked everyone to introduce their fathers, Keisha stood up and said, "This is my daddy Mike. He saved me when my real daddy did a bad thing." The whole room went silent. I started to correct her, to explain I wasn't really her father. But Mrs. Washington, who was watching from the doorway, shook her head at me. Later she pulled me aside. "Mr. Mike, that baby has lost everything. Her mama. Her daddy. Her home. Her whole world got destroyed in one night. If calling you daddy helps her heal, please don't take that away from her." So I became Daddy Mike. Not legally. Not officially. Just in the heart of one little girl who needed someone to show up for her. Every morning I walk her to school because she's terrified of walking alone. Afraid someone will hurt her like her father hurt her mother. I hold her hand and she tells me about her ....

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