This has to go down as the second worst day of my life. The worst was 9 years ago when my mother died. I still miss her so much, I still wish I could call her and talk to her.
I found out via the teller of the bank that my daughter has been in town. I had gone in just to see why my checks for my fathers estate account hadn't been included in the staement when the teller told me he had met my daughter.
I called her to find what was going on, and she told me that she wasn't coming home. I can not find words to express how hurt I felt
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