“I stopped visiting My Children Without Being Invited... And What Happened Next taught Me the Meaning of True Love”
PART 4
Three months after that rainy night, my phone rang.
She was my daughter.
“Dad... are you okay?”
I'm fine, daughter. And you?
-Okay. Hey... we haven't seen each other in a long time.
"Yes. It's been a long time.
There was a silence.
Can we meet this weekend?
I thought.
I thought about that night.
In how I felt when I knocked on the door.
How I felt when I left.
“Sure,” I said. But this time, I want you to formally invite me.
“How?
