School Called Police On Biker Whom My Daughter Was Feeding Her Lunch Every Day

“She had leukemia. Fought it for two years. She was the bravest person I ever knew.” Thomas traced his finger over Emma’s face in the photo. “Every morning I used to drop her off at this school. Right here. She’d give me a hug and a kiss and tell me to have a good day. Then she’d run inside with her little pink backpack bouncing.”School supplies

He looked at Lily. “Three weeks ago, I was just riding by. Just passing through. And I saw your daughter standing there with her pink backpack. Same hair. Same smile. Same everything.” His voice broke. “I thought I was seeing a ghost.”

“I pulled over. Just to look. Just to remember. And your daughter walked right up to me. Wasn’t scared at all. Asked me why I was sad.”

Lily spoke up. “He was crying, Mommy. Sitting on his motorcycle and crying. I asked if he was okay and he said he missed someone very much.”

Thomas nodded. “She asked who I missed. I showed her Emma’s picture. Told her Emma used to go to this school. Told her Emma had the same pink backpack.”

“And then Lily did something that destroyed me.”

He reached into his vest pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. Handed it to me. I opened it with trembling hands.

It was a crayon drawing. A simple one. A bearded man on a motorcycle. A little girl with angel wings floating above him. And words at the bottom in Lily’s handwriting: “Emma is watching you from heaven. She loves you. I love you too.”

I couldn’t breathe. Tears were streaming down my face.

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