'Mariam jo,I dare, I dare allow myself the hope that, after you readthis, you will be more charitable to me than I ever was toyou. That you might find it in your heart to come and seeyour father. That you will knock on my door one more timeand give me the chance to open it this time, to welcome you,to take you in my arms, my daughter, as I should have allthose years ago. It is a hope as weak as my heart. This Iknow. But I will be waiting. I will be listening for yourknock. I will be hoping.'
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