13 Years Ago Was the Last Time I Saw My Daughter, Today I Got a Christmas Letter from Her – My Story

Over a decade ago, I lost my job and family because I didn’t take myself seriously. After slowly piecing my life together, I finally have a chance at redemption with my estranged daughter.

I used to be an ambitious young man with the world at my feet. I always saw myself running my own business, and for a while, I believed that I was on the right path. Looking back, I think this passion made my ex-wife, Rebecca, first fall in love with me. She even supported me during the humble beginnings of my old repair shop.

Rebecca and I had our daughter, Harriet, during this time. Unfortunately, my repair shop went bankrupt. I began to feel depressed and lost motivation. I worked as a waiter to make ends meet, but I couldn’t provide a stable lifestyle for my family.

“When are you going to get a real job?” Rebecca asked me. I had no answer. Even though I had a great relationship with Harriet during her childhood, my marriage slowly fell apart.

Rebecca and I fought all the time, and we grew further apart. One day, I was called into the restaurant and told they could no longer keep me on the staff. “We’re going to have to let you go, Jimmy,” my manager told me.

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For illustrative purposes only. | Source: Unsplash

At the time, I was at such a low point in my life that I didn’t even care. Perhaps I thought Rebecca could care for me while I looked for a new job. That day I went home and took a walk with my family. Harriet was riding in her little car with foot pedals. Rebecca had a solemn demeanor, and I sensed something was wrong.

“I’m leaving you, Jimmy. I just can’t do this anymore. It’s obvious that you’ve given up on everything,” She told me. In one day, my entire world had come crashing down. I tried to convince Rebecca to give me one more chance, but her mind had already been made up. I gave my daughter a big hug.

“Mom always told me you were a loser and I should forget about you, but I can see that you’ve changed.”

“Daddy will always love you no matter, okay Harriet?” I told her. I could tell that she didn’t understand what was going on. By the following day, Rebecca and Harriet were out of the house, and I was all alone. Rebecca took full custody of our daughter as I was unemployed.

It was only then that I realized how much of a loser I was. I couldn’t even take care of Harriet as I had no savings or job lined up. In what felt like a few months, Rebecca had already moved in with a new partner, Eric. “Until you get your life in order, don’t even think about talking to Harriet,” Rebecca told me.

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I used the last of my money to buy Harriet a gift for her birthday party, a small bunny rabbit. I also wrote a note which read, “I miss you so much. Happy Birthday. Love Daddy.”

When I reached Eric’s house, I saw he was pretty rich. He had thrown a big birthday party for Harriet, with mascots and a jumping castle. I felt ashamed. My daughter had a new dad. Eric could provide Harriet with things I couldn’t even dream of buying.

I left my gift at their front gate and left. At this point, I was in a very dark place and couldn’t see a way forward. I decided to leave the coast and move cities. All I had to my name was the house my father, Frank, left me.

Since I was flat broke, I sold the house and moved into an apartment in a town in a different state.

I worked odd jobs at times to make a bit of money. Two years after I left my family behind, I was broke again. The following month, I was evicted. I found myself out on the street with nowhere to turn.

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I can’t keep living like this, I realized. I walked into the local store and begged for a job. The manager recognized me from around town and gave me a chance as a cleaner in the store. In the next few months, I was promoted to cashier, and within a year, I was made administrator of the whole store.

Even though I was finally financially stable and had cleaned up my act, I was still very lonely. Years flew by, and I still wasn’t in contact with any of my family, and I had no real friends. I regularly gave some of my money to charity because I had no one to spend it on.

That all changed today, as for the first time in ages, I received mail that wasn’t an outstanding bill. It was a Christmas letter from Harriet!

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It has been 13 years since I’ve seen I have seen or heard from my daughter but I’ve been blessed with a Christmas miracle. Her words warmed my heart in a way that I haven’t felt in years. Her letter read:

“Hi, Dad. I’ve finally found you! This may come as a shock, but I’ll be flying in to see you tomorrow. We have so much to talk about. Even though mom and Eric provided me with everything growing up, I always wondered when you would come back.

Mom always told me you were a loser and I should forget about you, but I can see that you’ve changed and got yourself together. Just so you know, I still have the stuffed bunny you left me for my birthday. I named him Jimmy, so in a way, you’ve been with me all along!

See you soon. I love you, and I can’t wait.

Merry Christmas, Dad!”

This is the most incredible day of my life. I’ve missed my daughter so much, and I never thought I’d get this opportunity. I changed my life for the better and did what I could to help my community.

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Although I felt too ashamed to return home, God has blessed me with a second chance with Harriet. This time, I’ll do everything I can to make her proud and make up for all the time we missed together. After 13 long years, I finally have my shot at redemption.

Have you ever had a moment when you needed to start life with a clean slate? How did you survive it?

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My Stepmom Made Me Sleep in a Shed and Gave My Room to Her Kids — My Mom Immediately Brought Her Back Down to Earth

When my father’s new wife kicked me out of my room and into the shed, I thought I’d hit rock bottom. But Mom’s surprise visit and shocking revelation about the house turned everything upside down, leaving me to wonder if I’d ever feel at home with Dad again.

I arrived at Dad’s house with a knot in my stomach. Something felt off. Kim, my stepmom, opened the door with a fake smile.

“Michelle, honey, come in,” she said, her voice sickeningly sweet.

I stepped inside, dragging my suitcase. Sam and Leo, my college-age step brothers, lounged on the couch, barely acknowledging me. They were both glued to their shiny new laptops – the same ones Dad said he couldn’t afford to buy for me.

“Where’s Dad?” I asked, trying to keep the bitterness out of my voice.

“Working late,” Kim replied. She fidgeted with her necklace. “Listen, Michelle, we need to talk about sleeping arrangements.”

My heart sank. “What about them?”

Kim glanced at her sons. “Well, with Sam and Leo home for the holidays, we’re a bit short on space.”

“Short on space?” I echoed. “But I have my room.”

“Had,” Sam muttered under his breath, not looking up from his laptop.

I whirled to face him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Kim cleared her throat. “Michelle, dear, we had to give your room to the boys. They need a proper place to sleep and study.”

“And where am I supposed to sleep?” I demanded, my voice rising.

Kim avoided my eyes. “We’ve set up a nice space for you in the shed.”

“The shed?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “You’re kidding, right?”

“It’s only temporary,” Kim said quickly. “Just until the boys go back to university.”

I looked around, hoping to see some sign that this was all a cruel joke. But Sam and Leo just smirked, and Kim stood there, lips pressed into a thin line.

“Where’s Dad?” I asked again, my voice cracking. “I want to talk to him.”

“He’ll be home late,” Kim repeated. “Why don’t you get settled in? I’m sure you’re tired from the trip.”

Defeated, I trudged out to the shed, lugging my suitcase behind me. The inside was musty and cramped, with a rickety cot squeezed between boxes of junk. A single bare bulb hung from the ceiling, casting harsh shadows.

I sat on the cot, trying not to cry. How had it come to this? Dad used to dote on me, but ever since he married Kim, everything changed.

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He’d promised to buy me a laptop for school, then said he couldn’t afford it. But he bought new ones for Sam and Leo without hesitation. I remembered the excitement in his voice when he told them about the “surprise” he had for them.

“You boys need good computers for your studies,” he’d said, beaming with pride.

When I’d reminded him about his promise to me, he’d just shrugged. “Times are tough, Michelle. Maybe next year.”

Then there was the lake trip. Dad had planned a father-daughter weekend, just the two of us. I’d been looking forward to it for weeks.

“Sorry, kiddo,” he’d said, not meeting my eyes. “Something came up at work. We’ll do it another time.”

A week later, I saw photos on social media of him, Sam, and Leo at the lake, fishing and laughing. When I confronted him about it, he brushed it off.

“The boys were only home for a short time,” he’d explained. “I wanted to do something special with them.”

And now this. Kicked out of my own room, and banished to the shed like some unwanted pet.

I tossed and turned all night, the cot creaking with every movement. In the morning, my phone buzzed with an incoming video call. It was my mom.

“Hi, sweetie,” she said when I answered. “How’s everything at your dad’s?”

I tried to sound upbeat. “Oh, you know. Same old.”

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Mom frowned. “Michelle, where are you? Is that… is that the shed?”

I nodded, unable to speak past the lump in my throat.

Mom’s face darkened. “Why on earth are you in the shed?”

“Kim said there’s no room in the house,” I mumbled. “Sam and Leo are using my room.”

“They are WHAT?” Mom exploded. “Oh, hell no. I’m coming over right now.”

“Mom, no, it’s fine,” I protested weakly. But she’d already hung up.

An hour later, I heard tires screeching in the driveway. Mom burst into the shed, her face like thunder.

“Get your things,” she ordered. “We’re going to have a little chat with your father and his wife.”

I trailed after Mom as she stormed into the house. “John!” she yelled. “Get out here right now!”

Dad appeared from the kitchen, looking startled. “Helen? What are you doing here?”

“Why is our daughter sleeping in a shed?” Mom demanded.

Kim rushed in. “Helen, this isn’t your house. You have no right to barge in here making demands.”

Mom turned on her, eyes blazing. “Oh, I have every right. Didn’t John tell you? This house belongs to Michelle.”

The room went dead silent. I stared at Mom, then at Dad, who’d gone pale.

“What are you talking about?” Kim sputtered.

Mom smiled coldly. “When we divorced, we put the house in Michelle’s name. In a year, she’ll own it outright.”

Kim whirled on Dad. “Is this true? You knew about this?”

Dad nodded miserably. “I… I didn’t think it was important.”

“Not important?” Mom scoffed. “You let your daughter sleep in a shed in her own house!”

Sam and Leo appeared in the doorway, looking confused.

“What’s going on?” Leo asked, still clutching his new laptop.

Mom addressed them all. “Listen up. From now on, Michelle sleeps in her room. In her house. End of discussion.”

“But…” Kim started to protest.

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“But nothing,” Mom cut her off. “Unless you want Michelle to kick you all out when she turns eighteen, I suggest you show her some respect.”

She turned to me, her voice softening. “Come on, honey. Let’s get your things. You’re coming home with me.”

As we packed up my stuff, I could hear Dad and Kim arguing in the other room.

“Why didn’t you tell me about the house?” Kim demanded.

“I didn’t want to complicate things,” Dad replied weakly.

“Complicate things? You let me treat your daughter like garbage!”

Their voices faded as Mom and I walked out to her car. As we drove away, I felt a mix of emotions: relief, vindication, and a little sadness.

“You okay, sweetie?” Mom asked, glancing over at me.

I nodded. “Yeah. Thanks for coming to get me.”

“Always,” she said firmly. “I’ll always have your back.”

We rode in silence for a while. Then I asked, “What happens now?”

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Mom sighed. “That’s up to you, honey. If you want to keep visiting your dad, we’ll make sure things change. If you don’t, that’s okay too.”

I thought about it. “I think… I think I want to try. But only if things are different.”

“They will be,” Mom assured me. “Your father may be an idiot sometimes, but he loves you. He just needed a wake-up call.”

Over the next week, I stayed with Mom. Dad called every day, apologizing profusely. He promised things would be different, that he’d make it up to me.

Finally, I agreed to go back for a visit. As we pulled up to the house, I saw Dad waiting on the porch.

“Ready?” Mom asked, squeezing my hand.

He nodded, looking chastened. “I know. Come inside, please?”

We followed him in. The house was quiet – no sign of Kim or the boys.

“Where is everyone?” I asked.

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“I asked them to give us some space,” Dad explained. “We need to talk.”

We sat in the living room, the tension palpable.

Dad cleared his throat. “Michelle, I messed up. Big time. I got so caught up in trying to make Kim and her boys happy that I forgot what was really important.”

“Me,” I said quietly.

He nodded, his eyes glistening. “You. My daughter. The most important person in my life.”

“Doesn’t feel like it lately,” I muttered.

Dad winced. “I know. I’ve been a terrible father. But I want to make it right. If you’ll let me.”

I glanced at Mom, who nodded encouragingly.

“What about Kim and the boys?” I asked.

“They know things have to change,” Dad said firmly. “Your room is yours, always. And I’ve made it clear that you’re my priority.”

“And the laptop?” I couldn’t help asking.

Dad smiled sheepishly. “It’s in your room. Along with an apology letter from Sam and Leo.”

I felt a glimmer of hope. “Really?”

“Really,” Dad confirmed. “And I was hoping… maybe we could still do that lake trip? Just the two of us?”

I hesitated, then nodded. “I’d like that.”

Dad’s face lit up. He opened his arms, and after a moment, I stepped into his embrace.

It wasn’t perfect. There was still a lot to work through. But it was a start.

As we hugged, I caught Mom’s eye over Dad’s shoulder. She smiled, giving me a thumbs up. I knew then that no matter what happened, I had people in my corner. And I’d never sleep in a shed again.

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