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I'm still waiting. Where are you?
My whole body was shaking. For a moment... just an unimaginably fragile moment... it felt like... Helen's hand extended to me from a place I couldn't come.
With shaking hands I called the number.
A young woman immediately replied, crying: "Daddy?" Dad, where are you? Please, I need help...
I was taking hard. I'm not your father, I said softly. Who are you trying to reach? .
Snoeking she explained that her car was stranded in the middle of nowhere. She had desperately tried to reach her father, but he had recently changed his number. When she tried to call the old number, the contact that was stored as "Daddy" was mine. Because that song was once Helen's.
I comforted her and stayed on the line until help arrived. Then I sat in my car and cried until dawn.
A few heartbreaking seconds that night seemed like Helen had found a way back to me, if only long enough to remind me that love never really disappears.
Please note: This story is fictional and based on true facts. Names, characters and details have been modified. Any resemblance is pure coincidence. The author and publisher accept no liability for the accuracy of the story or for interpretations or its use. All images are for illustration purposes only.
