All I wanted for my 80th birthday was to see my daughter, so I made the decision to drive to her house and surprise her.
“Dad, why are you here?” she questioned as she opened the door, appearing uncomfortable.
“I just wanted to spend my birthday with you,” I answered, grinning. But I was unprepared for her response. “Dad, you can’t stay,” she said. I’m very busy right now.
I offered to stay on the couch until she had some time because I was upset, but she firmly refused, saying, “No, Dad, you really need to go right now.”
I turned and went back to my car even though I didn’t want to. I heard sounds coming from inside the house as I was leaving.
I was concerned as I peered through the window and noticed two strange persons inside. As my worries about my daughter’s safety increased, I made a police call.
The cops moved swiftly and cautiously toward the residence. Following several anxious moments, they emerged with the two strangers restrained by handcuffs.
My daughter gave me a big hug as she cried and dashed out of the house. “I’m so sorry, Dad,” she wept.
“I was attempting to protect you.” The guys broke in right before you arrived.
I didn’t know what to do and I didn’t want anything bad to happen to you.
I embraced her tight and felt a great sense of comfort. “It’s alright, my dear. Just knowing you’re secure pleases me.
After hearing our accounts, the police assured us that the intruders would be dealt with.
I had the most amazing birthday I could have ever imagined, thanks to the time I spent with my kid.
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“Yes, and after years of therapy and hard work, not only did I overcome those challenges, but I also built a successful business.”
Karen, now completely deflated, couldn’t meet my gaze. Her date drank his whiskey when it arrived, and she held onto her phone, although she wasn’t using it.
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“Can I take your order?” I asked again.
Karen shook her head. And then got up from her chair, ready to escort her own shame out the door.
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Later that night, as I sat in my bed, looking through old photos on my phone gallery—I realized that I had finally healed the teenager in me. The teenager who needed to be reminded that she could fight and find success and joy for herself.
It had taken about 20 years, but I finally felt free. I finally felt like I had unleashed all the trauma from high school.
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What would you have done?
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