My daughter was in junior high school when she suddenly quit, wanting to pursue tailoring instead. Despite my efforts to persuade her to finish school first, she refused. Even her teachers and headmaster couldn't change her mind. A few months later, I woke up to find her gone. Hours later, she called, saying she was in Accra with one of the engineers working on our town's roads. He had secured her a job at a chop bar, and she wanted to stay, work, and save money for tailoring vocational training. At that point, I accepted, hoping she would save for her future. Months later, my daughter returned home pregnant. After some conversation, she revealed that the engineer she had followed to Accra was responsible for her pregnancy. Months later, the man showed up with his family to marry my daughter, and they both moved to Accra together, leaving the child with me and my wife. That was five years ago. Last month, my daughter came to visit, saying she no longer wanted to stay married to her husband because he spent all his money on betting and didn't take good care of her. I called the man, and he said he would come home. He arrived late, so he slept over with my granddaughter and my last-born. The next morning, I woke up to find him gone with my granddaughter. Since that day, I haven't known their whereabouts. - A Blind Man Devastated