My Daughter Vanished While Our Family Was Living in Egypt – 20 Years Later, I Received a Postcard from There, and the Words on the Back Made My Knees Go Weak

I looked across the table at Tara. She was trying to balance a spoon on her nose.

“What do you think, monkey?” I asked.

She let the spoon fall into her cereal.

“Do they have pancakes in Egypt?”

Grant laughed. “We can make pancakes anywhere.”

So we went.

We rented a small second-floor apartment with a garden below it. Tara loved that garden.

Every afternoon, she ran downstairs with her jump rope.

I watched from the balcony until she waved both arms.