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My Daughter Wouldn’t Speak to Me for Years, Until I Found the Birthday Card She Never Sent
For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney
“She’s still not ready,” I whispered, more to myself than to Brad.
The tears fell, fast and hot, spilling down my face like they had been waiting all day. I blew out the candles, and with that soft puff of air, I made one wish.
Just to hold her again. Just once.
For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney
That night, after Brad had gone to bed and the house fell quiet, I sat on the edge of our mattress, the springs creaking beneath me.
The bedroom lamp cast a soft glow, its crooked shade making the light bend weirdly on the walls. It looked like memories dancing in corners.
