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I sat at the kitchen table with tears running down my face. Liam peeked over my shoulder, reading along. \u201cMom,\u201d he whispered, \u201cit\u2019s from Daisy\u2019s first dad.\u201d<\/p>\n
We both hugged Daisy tight that night. She wagged her tail, not understanding the words but sensing our emotions. I tucked the letter into a drawer, but the words stayed with me.<\/p>\n
The next day, I couldn\u2019t stop thinking about the man. How had he gotten the letter to us? Was he nearby, watching from a distance just to make sure Daisy was safe?<\/p>\n
I asked around the neighborhood, but no one had seen him. The grocery store clerk remembered him sitting outside sometimes but said he hadn\u2019t been around lately. I even drove around town, scanning parks and shelters, hoping to spot his worn blanket or tired face. Nothing.<\/p>\n
One Saturday, Liam and I took Daisy to the park. She ran across the grass with newfound energy, chasing after Liam\u2019s ball. As I watched them, my eyes caught a familiar figure sitting on a bench under a bare tree. The blanket was gone, replaced by a donated coat. His beard was trimmed, and though his face was still weary, his eyes looked a little brighter.<\/p>\n
I walked over, heart pounding. \u201cExcuse me\u2026 we met about a month ago. You gave us Daisy.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked up slowly, recognition dawning in his eyes. A small smile tugged at his lips. \u201cI remember.\u201d<\/p>\n