She Was In Labor And Alone, So I Gave Her A Free Ride—Days Later, She Called With A Request I Never Expected…

“Would you like to be Matías’s godfather?”

I froze, holding that warm baby in my arms, looking into his slowly opening eyes.

“Carolina, I…”

“Please,” he insisted. “I have no one else. And you’ve already proven you’re the kind of man I want to be an example for my son.”

A lump formed in my throat. I looked at little Matías, who grabbed my finger with his tiny hand.

“It would be an honor,” I finally said, my voice breaking.

Carolina covered her mouth, and tears began to roll down her cheeks.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she repeated.

The baptism was modest, held in a small chapel in the neighborhood.

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