Then my phone buzzed.
“Who is this?” the message read.
My hands trembled as I replied: “Dad.”
A moment later, the typing dots appeared.
“Dad? Is this really you? Where are you?”
“Same place. Above the hardware store.”
He answered after a pause.
“I thought you moved.”
“No. Still here.”
Then came the message I never expected:
“I’m in town. Can I come by?”
I hesitated. Part of me wanted to say no—after all the silence, the missed years. But another part of me, quieter yet stronger, said yes.
“Sure. Door’s open.”
About an hour later, I heard footsteps on the old wooden stairs. When the door creaked open, there he was—Eliot. A little older, a little heavier, with tired eyes that looked just like mine. Behind him stood a young girl, no more than six.
“This is Nora,” Eliot said softly. “Your granddaughter.”
My breath caught. “Granddaughter?” I echoed.
Nora stepped forward and handed me a folded piece of paper. It was a drawing of the three of us under a big smiling sun. I felt something shift inside me.
“We didn’t know if you were still here,” Eliot said. “After everything, I didn’t know how to reach out. I should have handled things differently.”
We didn’t talk about the past in detail. We didn’t need to. Some things don’t require words.
“I’m sorry, Dad,” he added. “And if it’s not too late… we’d like to be part of your life again.”
I looked at the half-eaten cake and the crate we were using as a table.
“There’s still plenty left,” I said with a smile.
We shared the cake, laughing softly as Nora licked the frosting from her fingers. For the first time in a long while, the room felt full—of life, of hope, of love.
As the evening light faded, Eliot looked at me and asked, “Would you consider moving in with us? Nora would love having her grandpa around. And I think I need you, too.”
I paused, heart full. At 97, you don’t expect second chances. But sometimes, they come when you least expect them.
“I’d like that,” I said.
Because even after all this time, some doors are still open.
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