He was trying to hide his grief.
Mom sat down slowly.
Her eyes filled with tears.
“He
never told me he had a daughter.”
Emma shook her head.
“The nurse said he almost never talks about her.”
Then Mom noticed a small photograph tucked inside the briefcase.
Mark was younger in the picture.
Beside him stood a smiling little girl in a red coat.
On the back, someone had written:
Dad, promise me you’ll keep making people smile.
Mom started crying.
The next Sunday, Mark arrived for dinner as usual.
At 7:50, he checked his watch.
At 7:55, he reached for his briefcase.
But this
ime, Mom stood up and put on her coat.
Mark looked confused.
