After Grandpa Forgot My Four-Year-Old Daughter, I Decided to Abandon This Father

When I found my daughter, she'd been waiting outside the convenience store for six hours. Four years old, missing one shoe, her knee scraped raw and bloody, soaked through, and still she hadn't dared to leave. The moment I held her, she rushed to explain, frightened. "Mommy, I didn't wander off." "Grandpa told me to wait for him." She pointed at the card parlor a little way off, sobbing so hard she could barely breathe.