The shortage was four dollars. The girl ahead of him looked barely twelve, holding a plain birthday cake while the cashier waited. He paid the difference without thinking. She hugged him, whispered that the cake was for her sick mother, and said it might be her mother\u2019s last birthday. Before he could ask her name, she hurried outside. He finished shopping, then felt a folded paper in the pocket where she had hugged him. The handwriting was young and careful. He opened it expecting thanks, but the first sentence stopped him cold.<\/p>\n
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The note said she was not a stranger. She was his daughter. Years earlier, his family had fallen apart, and the silence afterward had become permanent. He had missed birthdays and every excuse for staying away. The cake was not a present for a sick mother. It was the chance his daughter had created to put him in front of the door he had stopped knocking on. That night, he began searching. Click continue reading below for Part2<\/p>\n
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