My grandfather, who is 76 years old, sewed blankets and sold them at the flea market so I could walk again – Then a motorcyclist arrived and said to me, "I've been looking for you for 20 years."

"You told me my daughter was dead."

He was the one who had raised me since I was born. He had prepared my lunches, attended all the school parties, and taught himself different ways to style my hair.

Now, her fingers were gripping the back of my chair tightly.

"His daughter?" I asked.

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