My Dad Gave up His Dreams to Raise Me After My Mom Disappeared – After His Passing, a Note in a Plastic Bag Changed Everything
I touched the faded ink.
“He was waiting for her to call.”
Dad had written four words.
Mr. Lewis looked toward Dad’s empty chair. “He kept track of every contact.”
“Why didn’t he tell me?”
“I think the answer is in the letter.”
A thick envelope rested beneath the calendar.
My name was written across it.
I sat down before opening it.
“Why didn’t he tell me?”
“Daddy’s Bug,
“If you’re reading this, then I ran out of time, Simone.
Your mother contacted me six months after she left. She said she wasn’t ready to come home, but she wanted to finish school. I thought that if she had a degree and a stable life, she might return ready to be your mother.
She didn’t.”
I stopped reading.
“I ran out of time, Simone.”
My throat tightened.
Mr. Lewis pushed a glass of water toward me.
I ignored it.
