I Went Into Labor Alone at 3 A.M. — The Stranger Driving My Taxi Became Family

It’s been three years.

He still visits every weekend. He teaches my daughter how to ride her bike. He runs beside her, cheering the loudest when she stays upright. He calls her sunshine.

He didn’t save my life that night. But he stayed. And sometimes, that’s everything.

Note: This story is a work of fiction inspired by real events. Names, characters, and details have been altered. Any resemblance is coincidental. The author and publisher disclaim accuracy, liability, and responsibility for interpretations or reliance. All images are for illustration purposes only.