After my wife died, I didn’t see my daughter very often, but we talked every day. On my 80th birthday, all I wanted to do was see her, so I drove over to her apartment, expecting to surprise her. When she opened the door, she appeared apprehensive and surprised. “Dad, what are you here for?” She inquired, her voice weak. I smiled and added, “I just wanted to be with you on my birthday.” Her countenance shifted, and she paused before saying, “Dad, you cannot remain. I have a lot going on.
I’m sorry, but now is not a good moment. I was in shock. She had never treated me this way before. Feeling offended, I answered, “Alright, I’ll wait on the sofa until you’re free.” But she was adamant, nearly shoving me out the door. “No, Dad, you really need to leave right away.”I grudgingly turned to go, but I couldn’t shake the sense that something was wrong. While walking to my car, I heard noises coming from inside the house. Curiosity got the better of me, and I looked out the living room window.
There were two strangers in my daughter’s residence, moving around quickly. My heart rate increased, and I felt a surge of worry. What was going on? Why were there people in her home, and why was she behaving strangely? I decided to step away and contact the cops. Within minutes, they arrived and approached the residence with caution.