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.

“Dad, I’m so sorry,” she cried, rushing to hug me. “I was trying to protect you.

Those men broke in just before you arrived. I didn’t know what to do, and I didn’t want you to get hurt.”

Relief washed over me, and I held her tightly. “It’s alright, sweetheart. I’m just glad you’re safe.”

The police took our statements and assured us that the intruders would face justice.

My daughter and I sat on the sofa, the same one I had hoped to wait on earlier, and spent the rest of the day together.

Despite the scare, it turned out to be the most memorable birthday I could have asked for.

The realization that my daughter had tried to protect me at all costs made me cherish our bond even more.