And indeed, he delivered the baby as if he held fate itself in his hands. There was no condemnation or anger in his gaze, only firm calm and care.

After the baby was born, he did not turn away. He acknowledged his son and began to help us. He officially registered paternity, paid child support and always found time to see the baby.

Gradually, I realized that the “homeless man” I once met on the street turned out to be the only real man in my life. My husband, family, friends – they all betrayed me. And he, a random passerby, became a father and support for my child.