She kept calling me, but all she heard was the same “unable to connect” message.
My father had custom-ordered a gift for me. It was the same doll I had always loved. But on my birthday, he found that I still hadn’t come home.
He was furious and went to the school to find my teachers, only to be told I hadn’t attended for a year. The teachers even thought I was an orphan, since no one seemed to care about my disappearance.
Then, he received the list of cancer patients from the hospital. At the top was my name.
My father panicked completely. He ran through ten red lights to get to the hospital.
The doctor looked at him, confused.
“Excuse me, who are you to Grace? That poor girl…She had no money for treatment, not even a pair of winter shoes.”
My father’s eyes went red, and he rushed forward, grabbing the doctor by the shoulders.
“Where is she? Where is my daughter?”
“She passed away a year ago…”
