Little girl told me "You should... you’d be a good dad.” I nearly broke.

I once met a little girl on the bus-tiny, bright, full of questions, with a cleft palate and the sweetest soul. Months later, I saw her in a pet store, now using a walker. She recognized me, smiled big, and gave me the biggest hug her tiny arms could give. Fast forward a couple of years, I’m on her bus again. She asks if I have kids. I say no. She frowns and asks why. I tell her I’m not ready. She thinks for a second, then says, “You should... you’d be a good dad.” I nearly broke. I didn’t have a great example of a father -but somehow, this little girl saw something in me that I’ve always been afraid wasn’t there.