I don’t see my daughter much after my wife passed away, but we talk every day. On my 80th birthday, I wanted nothing but to see her, so I drove over to her place, hoping to surprise her. When she opened the door, she looked nervous and startled.

“Dad, what are you here for?” she asked, her voice shaky.I smiled and said, “Just wanted to be with you for my birthday.”

Her expression changed, and she hesitated before replying, “Dad, you can’t stay. I’ve got a lot going on. I’m sorry, but it’s really not a good time.”
I was taken aback. She had never treated me like this before. Feeling a bit hurt, I said, “Alright, I’ll wait on the sofa until you’re free.”
But she was insistent, almost pushing me out the door. “No, Dad, you really need to leave right away.”
As I reluctantly turned to go, I couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was off. Walking towards my car, I heard noises coming from inside the house. Curiosity got the better of me, and I took a glance through the living room window.

There they were, two strangers in my daughter’s house, moving about hurriedly. My heart raced, and I felt a surge of worry. What was happening? Why were there people in her home, and why was she acting so strangely?
I decided to step away and call the police. Within minutes, they arrived and approached the house cautiously. After a tense few moments, the officers emerged, escorting the two strangers out in handcuffs. My daughter followed them, tears streaming down her face.