#mhaedit

Emily kept the old porch light on every night, hoping her father would return from the sea. Seasons passed, birthdays came quietly, and the house learned to echo only silence. She folded his jacket on the chair where he last laughed, praying it might still hold warmth. One winter evening, the harbor confirmed what her heart feared—he would never come home. She whispered goodbye, wiped her tears, and asked everyone listening to please like and subscribe for more sad tales.