The Daughter I Couldn’t Reach

The year my daughter needed me most, I left her at a foster home and married a wealthy man instead.

Five years later, she became an A-list celebrity. Her first move after hitting the big time? Calling me during her victory livestream.

Watching me rush to collect a free meal from the community kitchen, she pulled her manager close with a satisfied smirk:

"If you'd just stuck it out a bit longer back then, you could be living the high life with me now. Regretting it yet?"

I grinned. "Oh yeah? Prove it. Wire me a hundred grand."

She hung up, furious.

My phone buzzed.