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She looked up at me, startled, like she’d forgotten other people existed. Her eyes were red and swollen.
For a second, I thought she might run.
I crouched a few feet away. “Who is?”
“Everyone at school. Today is daddy-daughter day.” She sniffed hard and wiped her nose on her sleeve.
“Oh… I’m sorry to hear that.”
“My dad’s in prison.” She kicked a small rock with the toe of her shoe. “And my mom died a long time ago. I live with my grandma, but she can’t walk well.
She told me to go by myself.”
Something inside me broke then.
See, I had always wanted a family. I was 56 years old, and once, a long time ago, I’d been a happy man.
I’d had a fiancée I loved.
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