I had a baby at 79, and my children went to court to have me declared mentally incompetent—But when the judge asked who the baby’s father was, the courtroom door opened…

They said an elderly woman should never be raising a newborn.

But there was one question they kept asking that had nothing to do with my health.

Who was the baby’s father?

I refused to answer.

Not because I was ashamed.

Not because I didn’t know.

I was waiting for someone.

Someone my children believed had been dead for forty-six years.