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My daughter kept getting free ice cream from the same truck — then the driver gave her a note and told her,
My daughter kept getting free ice cream from the same truck — then the driver gave her a note and told her, ""Make sure your mom reads this."" For about two weeks, my nine-year-old daughter, Ellie, kept coming back inside with ice cream even though I knew she hadn't taken any money with her. We live in a pretty normal suburban neighborhood where an ice cream truck rolls through a few evenings a week during the summer. The second Ellie hears the music, she's usually at the front door asking for three dollars. One afternoon, she came back holding a strawberry shortcake bar. ""I thought you didn't have any allowance left."" ""I didn't need it."" ""Why?"" ""The man gave it to me."" I assumed he was just being nice. There were always a bunch of neighborhood kids around the truck, and maybe he'd had an extra one or something. Then it happened again. And again. By the fourth time, I asked Ellie why this guy kept giving her free ice cream. She shrugged. ""He says strawberry was your favorite too."" I stopped what I was doing. ""My favorite?"" She nodded. ""He said you always got this one."" That was strange, because strawberry shortcake bars actually were my favorite when I was a kid. But I figured Ellie must have mentioned it somehow. ""Did you tell him my name?"" ""No."" ""Did you tell him I used to eat those?"" ""No."" That bothered me enough that the next time I heard the truck, I went outside with her. The driver was probably in his late fifties or early sixties. Gray hair, baseball cap, glasses. Just a regular older guy. Ellie walked up to the window and he immediately said, ""Hey, kiddo."" Then he saw me standing behind her. He just stared. Not dramatically. He genuinely looked like he was trying to place my face. Finally he said, ""You're Ellie's mom?"" ""Yes."" He nodded a couple of times. Then he said my first name. ""Sarah?"" I hadn't told him. I said, ""Do I know you?"" He gave a nervous little laugh. ""Probably not anymore."" That answer annoyed me more than anything. ""What does that mean?"" He didn't answer right away. Instead, he reached under the counter, pulled out a folded piece of paper, and held it out — not to me, but to Ellie. ""Make sure your mom reads this,"" he said quietly. ""All of it. Tonight."" Then he put the truck in gear and drove off before I could say another word. That night, after Ellie was asleep, I sat at the kitchen table and unfolded the note. And by the third line, my hands were shaking.

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