The Birthday Card That Brought My Daughter Back: A Mother’s Journey to Forgiveness and Love

My 47th birthday came quietly—just three plates on the table, a small cake, and one empty chair. That chair had been empty for two years, ever since my daughter, Karen, and I stopped speaking. Still, every year I set her place, as if the simple ritual might somehow bridge the silence between us.

That night, after the candles were blown out and the house settled into stillness, I whispered a small wish—to hear her voice again. I didn’t know that the answer to that prayer was already waiting for me, tucked away in an old drawer.

A Forgotten Message

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