The Day I Found Her Crying Behind the Building
Two years earlier, I’d just finished my night shift as a security guard and was walking home when I heard a child crying.
Not loud.
The quiet kind — the kind that tells you the crying has been going on for a while.
I followed the sound and found her sitting by a dumpster behind an apartment building.
School uniform.
Knees pulled to her chest.
Backpack on the ground like she’d given up carrying it.
When I asked if she was okay, she looked at me like she’d forgotten other people existed.
“Everyone at school is gonna have their dads,” she said. “Today is daddy-daughter day.”
Then she said the sentence that cracked something in me:
“I don’t have anybody.”
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