I thought I’d lost my daughter for good. Years of distance, mistakes I can’t undo. But one honest letter opened a door I thought was closed forever. Here’s how I took the first step—at 53.
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I thought I’d lost my daughter for good. Years of distance, mistakes I can’t undo. But one honest letter opened a door I thought was closed forever. Here’s how I took the first step—at 53.
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There was a time I thought my daughter would never speak to me again. I missed too many birthdays and too many chances to say sorry. One day, I sent her a letter—not to explain, just to apologize. Weeks passed, then she replied with just one sentence: ‘Thanks for not giving up.’ That started something new. We’re still patching things up, one slow, awkward step at a time. But it’s real, and I’ll take that over perfect.