I hate to say it, but I don’t think think this is anything from her dad…
It’s an advertising flyer that came in an envelope, addressed to someone named “Ann.”
They don’t get much mail that comes in envelopes, except for bills, so she’s somehow convinced herself it’s a birthday card from her father.
He disappeared before she was born, or slightly thereafter…
I could be wrong, in fact, I wish I were…
but I doubt there’s been any contact between him and her mother, or that he remembers or cares that he has a daughter.
She’s never met him, but holds having a caring father, somewhere out there, as a dream in her heart.
Every now and then, the dream finds something to cling to, no matter how far fetched.
That’s what dreams do.
I hate to say it, but I don’t think think this is anything from her dad…
It’s an advertising flyer that came in an envelope, addressed to someone named “Ann.”
They don’t get much mail that comes in envelopes, except for bills, so she’s somehow convinced herself it’s a birthday card from her father.
He disappeared before she was born, or slightly thereafter…
I could be wrong, in fact, I wish I were…
but I doubt there’s been any contact between him and her mother, or that he remembers or cares that he has a daughter.
She’s never met him, but holds having a caring father, somewhere out there, as a dream in her heart.
Every now and then, the dream finds something to cling to, no matter how far fetched.
That’s what dreams do.