The next morning, I told Brad everything. He listened quietly, then nodded and said, “Let’s go see Nigel.” My ex-husband had always been the one in touch with Karen. Maybe he knew more than he had said. When we arrived, I handed him the card. He stared at it, his face pale, before whispering, “I must have forgotten to give it to you.”
For a moment, I didn’t know what to feel—anger, sadness, disappointment. But then I looked down at the card again and thought of my daughter’s words. She wanted me to find her. That mattered more than anything else.
That night, I packed a small suitcase. Brad offered to come, but I told him this was something I needed to do on my own. The next morning, I boarded a flight to Canada with shaking hands and a racing heart. The whole journey, I kept imagining what she might look like now. Would she still smile the same way? Would she even want to see me?
When I finally reached her address, I stood at her doorstep for what felt like forever. My hand hovered before knocking. But I didn’t have to. The door opened—and there she was.
Karen froze for a moment, her eyes widening in disbelief. Then, without a word, she ran into my arms. We both cried as I held her tighter than I ever had before. It felt like time itself had stopped. Two years of silence melted into forgiveness and warmth.
We spent the entire day talking—about everything and nothing. About the pain, the misunderstanding, the love that had never really left. By nightfall, laughter had replaced tears, and I knew my birthday wish had been answered in the most beautiful way.
That day, I didn’t just find my daughter again—I found forgiveness, love, and the missing piece of my heart.
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