Dorothy carefully prepared dinner and cake, anxiously awaiting her family’s arrival. But when the doorbell finally rang, she found only a courier with a cake and words that broke her heart: “We know what you did.” Her buried past had come back to haunt her.
Dorothy moved slowly around the small, cozy kitchen.
She paused briefly, adjusting the heavy glasses that slid down her nose.
Carefully, she touched the edges of the calendar near the refrigerator, its corners curled from months of use.
Her eyes narrowed slightly, carefully counting each box until her finger reached today’s date, brightly circled in red ink: “My birthday.”
Dorothy felt a gentle warmth spread through her chest, like the soft light of the morning sun filtering through her curtains.
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Birthdays always brought hope, even if she celebrated alone.
She turned to the stove, putting her thoughts aside, and busied herself with the preparations.
The kitchen quickly filled with comforting sounds—the steady chopping of fresh vegetables, the gentle sizzle of meat in the pan, and the soothing bubbling of pots on the stove.
She moves around her kitchen as if slow dancing to music only she can hear, creating dishes that once made her children smile.
The smell of freshly baked bread wafted warmly through the air, mingling with the sweet aroma of roasted vegetables and savory chicken.
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Each plate she prepared was carefully placed on the table, as if setting the stage for a wonderful evening.
Finally, she grabbed the pie she had made earlier and gently placed it on the counter.
Dorothy took a butter knife and carefully spread the icing over its surface, smoothing each stroke thoughtfully, imagining Miley and Ryan tasting it, laughing like they did before.
When finished, she proudly placed the dish in the center of the table.
Exhausted, Dorothy slowly sank into her chair, feeling the weight of the day settle into her bones.
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She reached out and gently picked up an old framed photo that was lying nearby.
The photo showed her by a lake, smiling broadly, hugging Miley, 15, and Ryan, 8, their faces shining with happiness.
But Dorothy’s smile slowly faded. She traced the torn edge of the photo with her finger, noticing again the empty space beside it.
Someone had once stood there, their face ripped off harshly, angrily, leaving nothing but a void.
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A haunting emptiness reminding her of a sadness she had tried to forget.
Dorothy’s eyes darkened with pain, a heavy feeling weighing on her heart again.
She carefully placed the photo back on the table, feeling the loneliness gently settle around her like a familiar, heavy blanket.
Evening comes slowly, shadows creep into Dorothy’s little house, stretching quietly along the walls.
She had set the table carefully, using her best dishes and placing candles in the center.
Their soft glow flickered gently, making the room warm, hopeful, yet eerily silent.
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Dorothy stood by the front door, her small, slender waist trembling slightly with excitement.
She kept glancing at the clock, noticing each slow tick. Her heart was racing nervously.
She’d been looking forward to this evening for weeks, eager to see Miley and Ryan again, hoping to hug them tightly, like she did when they were children.
The minutes passed slowly, turning into hours. The house remained silent, heavy with emptiness.
Dorothy walked noiselessly to the window, drawing back the curtain slightly, and peering anxiously into the dark alley.
But there was no movement, no approaching car headlights, no comforting sound of footsteps approaching.
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She felt worry creeping up inside her. Taking a deep breath, she picked up her phone, her fingers trembling as she dialed Miley’s number.
No answer. She quickly tried Ryan’s number, her heart beating faster with each unanswered call.
“Why aren’t they here?” Dorothy whispered to herself. “Did something happen? Are they okay?”
Suddenly, the shrill sound of the doorbell broke the silence. Dorothy jumped, convinced that her children had finally arrived. She rushed to the door, smiling, full of hope.
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But when she opened it, her expression quickly changed. It wasn’t Miley or Ryan. Instead, there was a young courier holding a neat white box.
“Mrs. Dorothy?” he asks politely, carefully holding out the box. “This was ordered especially for you.”
Dorothy took the box, feeling confused and disappointed. “Who sent it?” she asked quietly.
“I’m sorry, madam, I don’t have that information,” the courier replied kindly, stepping back.
Slowly, Dorothy closed the door and carefully carried the box to the table. She set it down gently, her hands trembling slightly as she lifted the lid. The address was to Milie, her daughter.
Inside was a beautiful cake, carefully decorated with delicate white icing.
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For a brief moment, Dorothy felt joy return, thinking her children might have sent it as a surprise.
But upon reading the carefully written message on top, that feeling instantly disappeared, replaced by fear.
Her hands tremble violently as her eyes fill with tears.
“We know what you did.”
Dorothy froze in her tracks, her heart pounding painfully as old fears came back to haunt her.
She quickly parked her car in front of Miley’s house.
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She rushed from the car door to Miley’s front porch, breathing heavily, her fingers shaking.
Desperate, she banged loudly on the door, calling out into the silent night, “Miley! Miley, are you there? Please answer me!”
She waited, holding her breath, hoping for the slightest sound from inside. But nothing came, only a silence that made her heart sink deeper into worry.
Dorothy walked to the window, pressing her face against the glass and anxiously scanning the dark house.
The shadows moved slowly, tricking his eyes into thinking someone might be there.
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“Miley?” she whispered once more, barely loud enough for anyone to hear, hoping that somehow it would pierce the silent void.
Suddenly, a calm but worried voice behind her made her jump. “Dorothy? Is that you?”
She turned around abruptly, frightened, seeing Miley’s neighbor, Sharon, standing in her doorway, watching her intently.
Sharon pulled her sweater tighter around her, stepping onto her porch, curiosity mixed with worry in her eyes.
“Sharon!” Dorothy said quickly, relief mingling with her anxiety.
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“I’m looking for Miley. She’s not answering her phone, and I’m so worried. Have you seen her?”
Sharon nodded slowly.
“Actually, I saw Miley and Ryan this morning. They were packing early, loading things into the car.”
Dorothy moved closer, her voice trembling. “Did they say where they were going?”
Sharon paused.
“They mentioned something about the lake—the one from their childhood. I heard Miley say it clearly.”
Dorothy felt her heart twist painfully in her chest. Fear flooded her veins. She whispered softly, almost afraid to say it louder, “The lake…”
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Images of bright summer afternoons, laughter, picnics, and smiles mingled in Dorothy’s mind.
But these happy memories quickly darkened, transforming into something else, something heavy and hurtful.
Memories she had tried to forget surfaced, weighing heavily on her heart.
Without another word, Dorothy rushed to her car.
Dorothy’s hands were shaking as she turned the key. The engine roared to life.
Her thoughts are racing faster than the car and she drives quickly towards the lake, desperately hoping she’s not already too late.
Dorothy arrived at the lake and parked her car next to Miley’s. Her heart was pounding.
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The sun was setting slowly, casting a soft orange glow over the water.
Shadows danced quietly between the tall trees, each rustling leaf reminding her of memories she had tried so hard to leave behind.
She saw the old gazebo standing alone at the water’s edge. It looked worn by years of sun, wind, and rain, but it was still as strong as ever, holding secrets Dorothy wished she could forget.
Every step she took toward the lookout felt heavier.
As she entered the gazebo, Dorothy suddenly stopped.
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There, sitting calmly at the old wooden table, was Robert. His hair was gray, the lines of his face deeper. He slowly raised his head, and his tired eyes softened into a sad smile.
“Hello, Dorothy,” Robert said softly, his voice calm but filled with regret. “It’s been a long time.”
Dorothy felt anger rise sharply in her chest, mingling with confusion and disbelief. Her voice trembled, barely able to speak. “What are you doing here, Robert?”
He looked down, the weight of guilt evident in his movements. “The children called me. They needed answers.”
Dorothy’s heart twisted painfully. She felt betrayed and angry. “How dare you come back after all these years?”
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Before Robert could answer, a sharp, firm voice spoke from behind Dorothy. “We deserve the truth, Mom.”
Dorothy turned around quickly, heartbroken, to see Miley and Ryan standing there. Their faces were firm, their eyes filled with confusion and anger.
Ryan spoke first. “You lied to us. You said Dad was missing, but it wasn’t true. You just took us away from here. You kept us from having a father.”
Dorothy felt tears quickly gathering in her eyes. “No, it’s not what you think! I was protecting you…”
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“Stop lying!” Miley shouted, her voice sharp. “No more excuses. Just leave!”
Pain tore through Dorothy. But before she could move, Robert stood up quickly, his voice loud enough to break the tension.
“Stop!” Robert ordered firmly. “It’s your mother’s birthday. She deserves better.”
Ryan turned angrily to Robert, his voice full of frustration.
“Dad, don’t you see? She made up your disappearance! We lost our father because of her!”
Robert’s eyes filled with deep sadness, and his voice lowered in pain. “No, Ryan,” he said heavily.
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“It wasn’t your mother who lied. It was me.”
“What do you mean, Dad?”
Robert’s shoulders slumped in shame and he stared at the floor.
“I left you all. I was scared. We had mounting debts, problems I couldn’t face. I thought freedom would make things better. Dorothy begged me to stay. She believed we could overcome anything together. But I was weak and didn’t listen.”
He stopped, taking a deep breath.
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“One morning, I was packing my things. But Dorothy woke up. She saw me leaving, but didn’t insist.”
He expired.
“She stood there quietly, with tears in her eyes, and told me she accepted my choice.”
The heavy silence that followed seemed endless. Miley’s eyes filled with tears.
“Oh, Daddy…” she whispered, heartbroken.
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Robert looked up, tears sliding quietly down his face. “Every day since, I deeply regret that decision.”
In silence, Miley and Ryan stared at Dorothy, understanding and guilt flooding their eyes. Dorothy slowly stepped forward and hugged them.
“We can’t change the past,” Dorothy said gently. “And we can’t predict the future. All we have is the present moment. Let’s forgive each other and start over.”
Miley pulled away slowly, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Mom, we’re so sorry we doubted you.”
Ryan nodded solemnly. “Can you forgive us?”
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Dorothy smiled warmly. “Always, my loves.”
Robert watched quietly, nostalgia filling his eyes. Dorothy turned gently to him. “Robert, if you’re really ready, maybe we can try. Slowly, carefully.”
Robert nodded gratefully, his eyes shining with new hope. “Thank you, Dorothy.”
For Dorothy, this anniversary had been painful but beautiful—a gift wrapped not in paper, but in forgiveness and healing, a family finally learning to love despite old wounds.
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