When my daughter Emily became a mother at just seventeen, I was disappointed.
She had left school and started working long shifts at a restaurant to support her baby.
One evening, she came home exhausted and asked me a simple question.
“Mom, could you watch the baby tomorrow while I’m at work?”
Instead of helping, I lost my temper.
“I’m not your free babysitter! That baby is your responsibility, not mine!”
Emily stared at me silently.
Then she gave me a sad little smile.
“Okay, Mom. I understand.”
The following afternoon, I returned home to find her bedroom empty.
Her clothes were gone. The baby’s crib had disappeared.
And so had my daughter and grandson.
For six months, I heard nothing.
Then I became seriously ill and realized how frightening it was to need someone.
Desperate, I sent Emily a message asking her to come home.
An hour later, my phone rang.
It was my daughter.
But instead of asking how I was feeling, she said something that left me speechless.
“Mom, do you remember what you told me when I needed you?”
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