My Dad Left Me When I Was 13 — Ten Years Later, I Saw Him on the Side of the Road…
When I was 13, my father left without warning. No goodbye, no explanation. I stood in the driveway screaming after him, but he never looked back. My mom and I were left to pick up the pieces, learning to survive and heal—just the two of us. Years passed. Mom became my rock. We struggled, sure,…