And indeed, my husband was furious when he found out about everything. Our marriage collapsed completely, we divorced. But soon I found out that I was expecting a child.

The father was that same man from the street.

At first, I thought about getting rid of the child. I could not imagine that I would raise a “homeless son.” But gradually something changed in me. A strange feeling arose in my chest – as if this child was given to me by fate. I decided to keep him.

Nine months flew by like one day. And then the moment came – I arrived at the maternity hospital. But when the doctor examined me, something terrible came to light.

In the office, I saw a familiar face. It was him. That same man. Only not dirty and exhausted, but in a white coat, collected and confident.