Then she slipped away before I could see her. Guilt crashed over me like a wave. The moment Dad and I got home, I didn’t wait.
I ran to her. She looked startled as I threw my arms around her and held on tight. “I’m so sorry,” I whispered.
“You should have been in the front row.”
For the first time that day, she finally let her tears fall. Note: This story is a work of fiction inspired by real events. Names, characters, and details have been altered.
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