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The Birthday Card That Brought My Daughter Back

On my 47th birthday, I set the table for three—though one seat had been empty for two long years. My daughter, Karen, hadn’t spoken to me since the day I left her father. The silence had hardened into grief, but that night, a forgotten birthday card hidden in an old drawer changed everything I thought I knew. I placed the last plate down carefully, hands trembling. Three place settings. One too many. The chair in…