Vadim was silent. No excuse seemed sufficient, no word strong enough.
Behind him, the street looked like a late autumn painting. Dry leaves rolled along the sidewalk, the wind brought the scent of rain and old things. Tania leaned against the doorframe as if holding onto her own decision. She was no longer the woman who silently prayed for him to return. Now she had the dignity of a woman who had survived.
— I don’t know where else to go, Tania… — he whispered, ashamed.
— And why should the one you left when she needed you the most take you back?
Vadim sighed deeply and lowered his knees onto the cold cement.
— Maybe I don’t deserve it… but all I want now is to fix what I broke. To be a father to our daughter again. To be a man.
— Dad? — Tania’s voice softened for a second. — You didn’t even call on her birthday. You sent a brief message and that was it.
Vadim shook his head, tears in his eyes.
— I didn’t know how to approach… I was ashamed. I didn’t know if I still had the right.
Tania took a deep breath. Memories flooded her mind of the nights when their little girl cried in her arms, asking, “Why doesn’t dad want us anymore?”
Her gaze fell on the man kneeling. He looked small. Not physically, but in everything he had once been.
— Get up, Vadim, she said, her voice trembling. Not for me, but for you. If you want to regain your place in your daughter’s life, you don’t start here, at my door. You start with her.
Vadim stood up, surprised.
— So… can I see her?
— She will decide. She is 12 now and has a sharp mind. You can’t fool her with flowers and promises anymore. Come tomorrow at 5. Maybe she will want to talk.
Vadim swallowed hard but smiled gratefully.
— Thank you…
— Don’t thank me. If you hurt her again, you will have to deal with a Romanian mother. And believe me, you wouldn’t want to repeat that mistake.
The door closed slowly, silently. And Vadim remained on the cold steps, with a heavy heart, but for the first time… with a glimmer of hope.
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