On my way to work one day, my phone rang. A small girl’s voice could be heard on the other side. “Daddy, please come back home soon; I miss you!” I knew she had called the incorrect number since I wouldn’t have mistaken her voice for that of my own adorable kid. I’ve started receiving a lot of calls from strangers. So I politely informed her, “You’ve got the wrong number.”

I then hung up. I continued receiving calls from the same phone number over the following several days, which was bothersome. I would occasionally be unpleasant to the individual who phoned, and other times I would just not answer. The same number called again one day, but this time I was calm enough to answer since I was curious as to why this young girl kept calling.

When I picked up the phone, I heard the same young girl’s voice, but her voice was faint and she seemed out of breath. “Daddy, Please respond as soon as possible. I’m truly missing you! My mother assured me that this figure was correct. “Please find my phone number.” “Daddy, I’m hurting!” Mom said you’re extremely busy at work, and she looked after me all day and night.

She seems exhausted. “Daddy, I know it must be difficult for you to work every day, so if you can’t come, could you please give me a kiss?” I was unable to refuse her enticing voice, so I made kissing sounds for her. “Thank you, Daddy, I’m very happy; I feel so happy,” the small girl remarked after hearing my kisses.

I was becoming interested in this small girl’s call efforts when I heard a lady yell out, “Sir, I’m sorry for bothering you for the past few weeks.” I sincerely apologize. I wanted to contact you after I was through here, but I’m sorry.” “This is a terrible place for my child to be.” Her father perished in a vehicle accident not long ago, and she has had bone cancer since she was born. I didn’t have the guts to deliver her the terrible news.”

“She had to go through treatment every day, and a child her age should not have to suffer like that.” When the agony became unbearable after each round of chemo, she would summon her father, who would always encourage her to be courageous. “I couldn’t bring myself to tell a sick child that her father had died.” So, the day after her father died, I chose a random phone number, which turned out to be yours.

I was moved to tears when I heard her story. “How is the child doing right now?” I inquired. “Niu Niu passed away just now… You must have kissed her goodbye. She was overjoyed when she left. She gripped the phone she used to call you hard before she departed. I appreciate how wonderful you made my daughter’s last moments.”