Amber’s hands were shaking as she dialed her father’s number. Will he pick up the call? What if he’s changed his number? Maybe if he sees an unknown number, he won’t answer? But to her surprise, her father answered the call. “Hello? Who’s this?” the voice on the other end of the line said. Amber burst into tears as she recognized her dad’s voice. “It’s me, dad,” Amber spoke, trembling, choking on her tears. “I’m sorry I didn’t call you all these years…” “Amber, sweetheart! Is that you? Oh my goodness! How are things going?” “I need your help, dad!” “Is everything okay, honey?” “Just come as soon as possible, dad!”
Amber hadn’t eaten in seven days. Every dollar she begged for on the streets, every coin she picked up, went straight into saving for that one cell phone — her last lifeline, her last chance.
When her father finally arrived, he didn’t come alone. He showed up in his rusty old pickup truck, the same one she remembered from childhood, and when Amber saw him, she collapsed into his arms.
He wrapped her up tight, stroking her tangled hair as she sobbed.
“I thought you forgot me…” she whispered.
“Never. I was waiting for your call all these years, hoping you’d come back when you were ready,” he said softly.
Her dad took her home that night. A hot meal, a warm bath, a real bed — things she had forgotten even existed. And as she lay down to sleep, Amber clutched her father’s hand, silently vowing never to let go again.
Sometimes, a single call can change an entire life. 📞❤️
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