Thirteen Years Without Her — Until a Letter Changed Everything
It’s been thirteen years since I last saw my daughter. I lost her when my wife left me for another man—and took Alexandra with her. But yesterday, a letter arrived addressed to “Grandpa Steve,” and the moment I read it, my whole world shifted.
Alexandra was just thirteen when Carol, my ex-wife, decided to leave. I was 37, working as a construction foreman in Chicago—long hours, hard labor in summer heat and winter frost. We didn’t have much, but I gave them all I could. Our modest suburban home was filled with love, even if it didn’t sparkle like the mansions Carol dreamed about.
Carol always wanted more. She was drawn to luxury, to power, to people like Richard—my boss—who drove flashy cars and threw extravagant parties. I could never compete with that world, and eventually, she stopped pretending I could.