Thirteen years had passed since I last saw my daughter, Harriet. It was a painful memory that I couldn’t shake off. I had lost my job, my family, and my dignity. But today, I received a Christmas letter from Harriet that changed everything.
As I read her words, my heart swelled with emotion. Harriet had found me, and she was coming to visit tomorrow. I couldn’t believe it. Thirteen years of loneliness and regret were washed away in an instant.
I thought back to the day I lost everything. My repair shop had gone bankrupt, and I couldn’t provide for my family. My ex-wife, Rebecca, had taken Harriet away, and I was left with nothing. I had hit rock bottom, and I didn’t know how to climb back up.
But I did. I slowly pieced my life together, working odd jobs and eventually landing a job at a local store. I worked hard, and within a year, I was made administrator of the store. I had finally found stability and a sense of purpose.
Despite my success, I was still haunted by the memory of my daughter. I had always wondered what had become of her, and if she ever thought of me. And now, I had my answer.
Harriet’s letter was a Christmas miracle. It was a second chance for me to make things right, to be the father I should have been. I was determined to make the most of it, to prove to Harriet that I had changed, that I was worthy of her love and forgiveness.
As I waited for Harriet’s arrival, I felt a sense of nervous excitement. I didn’t know what to expect, but I was ready to face whatever came next. I was ready to start anew, to make amends for past mistakes, and to build a new relationship with my daughter.
The doorbell rang, and I knew that my life was about to change forever.
