I Bought My Daughter a Teddy Bear at a Flea Market – After She Died, I Discovered What She Had Hidden Inside
I always thought grief would be loud. Sirens. Shouting. Things breaking. Instead, mine arrived quietly — in highway miles and stale coffee breath. Ten years ago, I was broke, brand new to trucking, and trying to be the kind of dad who shows up with something magical. Emily was turning four. She wanted a teddy…
