A Neighbour Thought I Had Twins. I Only Have One Daughter.

At our neighbourhood block party in August, a woman I had never spoken to tapped me on the shoulder and told me she thought it was lovely how often I got the girls to the park. I only have one daughter. Ava. Four years old. She described the park two blocks away. Sunday mornings. My husband Ryan. Two identical little girls — she thought they were twins. I finished the conversation. I got a second plate of pasta salad. I found Ava at the face-painting station. I put her to bed that night. Then I sat across from Ryan. 'Tell me about the girl at the park.' He showed me the photograph before I finished asking the question. Her name is Sophie. She is four years old — three months younger than Ava. She is Ryan's daughter. Conceived during our marriage. For a year, maybe a little more, he has been taking both daughters to the same park two blocks from our house. Every Sunday morning. While I slept in. KARMA DELIVERED. New story every week. DISCLAIMER: Original narrative inspired by real events. Names changed. Entertainment purposes.