It wasn’t certain that Rachel Ward was going to get the role of her lifetime, as she starred as Meggie Cleary in the classic mini-series The Thorn Birds.
The British actress and model has had a long and varying career, spanning decades. Now, she’s settled in Australia with her husband, whom she fell in love with on set.
So what really happened on The Thorn Birds? And why did the mini-series become such a huge success?
This is Rachel Ward today, at 65.
If you were to debate which television series is the best of all time, you’d probably get a different answer from every person you talk to. Firstly, there are so many different kinds of series, and of course, we all like different things.
But usually, the most popular television series are those that aired for many years, broadcast on television with several seasons and many strong and independent characters.
Bonanza, Little House on the Prairie, Friends, Sopranos or Twin Peaks. The answer to which one reigns supreme will probably never be decided, and to be honest, that is also one of the most fantastic things about television.
The Thorn Birds
There will always be a series that sticks closer to the heart than others.
Even though we have more established series that last for years, there are several examples of miniseries that weren’t meant to stick around long, but still reached cult status.
One of those was The Thorn Birds, starring Richard Chamberlain, Rachel Ward, and Bryan Brown.
It was first broadcast in March 1983, and over 30 million people in the US watched the ten-hour miniseries, based on Colleen McCullough’s 1977 Australian novel The Thorn Birds.
The mini-series gained huge interest and was praised by both the audience and critics, winning several awards, both for its story as well as the actors’ performances.
Rachel Ward
Ten hours long and spread over five nights, The Thorn Birds is still to this day considered a classic that will live on for many years to come.
Rachel Ward starred as Meggie Cleary in The Thorn Birds, but at the time, it was pretty much a surprise when she got it. It turned out that the producers had difficulties in finding the perfect person for the role, but in the end, Ward was the perfect choice.
Not only did Ward get her big breakthrough by starring in the television mini-series, she also found the love of her life on set.
This is the story of Ward – and how she travelled the world to keep her passion for films and television series alive.
Rachel Ward – early life
Born on September 12, 1957, in Cornwell, Oxfordshire, England, Ward studied at the Hatherop Castle School in Hatherop before attending the Byam Shaw School of Art in London. However, at just 16 years of age, she left school to pursue a career in fashion.
Ward became a fashion and photography model, appearing on covers for Vogue, Cosmopolitan, as well as Harper’s & Queen. She slowly made her way into the acting scene after she was featured in several commercials.
Years later, in 1995, she would earn her Graduate Diploma of Communications and a Graduate Certificate in Writing from University of Technology, Sydney, Australia.
In 1979, Rachel Ward appeared in her first television movie, Christmas Lilies of the Field. In the years that followed she would have a number of smaller roles, but in 1983, she would become a well-known actress all over the US.
Casting ‘The Thorn Birds’
Stan Marguiles was one of the producers on The Thorn Birds. But casting the right people to appear in the show wasn’t the easiest task.
In 1982, he explained the difficulty.
However, when they saw Rachel Ward, they were sure that they’d found the right one for the role of Meggie Cleary.
“She has to go from 18 to her early 50s. From a rather naïve, overly romantic young girl to a bitter woman in her 30s, to a woman who finally understands where she took the wrong turn when she reaches her 50s. There’s an enormous range of emotions and colors,” he said.
“They first started to age me, it was kind of scary,” Ward recalled. “I had these endless double chins. I sort of had a body suit underneath the clothes, I remember liking it when I grew older, I liked the outfits, there was slightly more masculine than they were in the beginning.”
Over 200 women were considered for the role of Meggie Cleary, and a total of 40 actresses auditioned.
Speaking with the National Film and Sound Archive of Australia, Ward recalled her audition.
“My audition was quite light and I had a sense of humor” she said. “I remember I was taking it seriously but I wasn’t acting with a capital A. It is so subjective, performances pieces, and I was probably spot on the first time. I got like 10/10 for looks and 4/10 for acting.”
Golden Globe nominated
They sent Ward to work with an acting coach, and it was a great match. Starring alongside Richard Chamberlain as Father Ralph, Ward became a beloved actress, praised by viewers as well as critics.
In 1982, she was nominated for a Golden Globe Award for Best Performance by an Actress in a Miniseries or Motion Picture Made for Television.
Chamberlain received a Golden Globe Award for Best Performance by an Actor in a Miniseries or Motion Picture Made for Television. The show itself won four Golden Globes, including Best Miniseries, as well as six Emmy awards.
“It was the absolute top of the heat of a soap opera,” Chamberlain said. “I am often surprised when I think about how it remains so successful, because there was one tragedy after another, after another, after another. Nobody came out on top of that show. It was so sad but had such wonderful characters”
Rachel Ward: “Felt terribly”
Ward wasn’t an actress that crafted her skills through school, but rather she learned as time went by. As the show aired, she saw herself as the weaker link. She suffered from insecurity for years after she received some negative reviews (The New York Times said she was “miscast”).
“I felt terribly like I’d disappointed,” she told Closer. “I felt that despite me it was a success.”
However, years later, her grown daughter watched The Thorn Birds, and told her mother, “‘Mom, you were fabulous,’” Ward recalled. “That was, for me, the most important response that I could’ve ever had.”
”It was soap opera. I think of it differently now,” Ward said. “Acting styles have changed and mine was always quite natural. And I think they tried to make me something that I wasn’t naturally. So that’s the excuse that I’ve made for myself.”
Her performance in the 1983 miniseries The Thorn Birds was of course a very important step for Ward, career wise. However, the production of the show became much more important for her, since she met the love of her life.
Rachel Ward and Bryan Brown
During her work on The Thorn Birds, Rachel Ward and Chamberlain’s characters Meggie and Father Ralph had great passion between them, which kept the viewers coming back.
Chamberlain recalled that it was difficult filming specific scenes.
“There’s a microphone hidden in the armpit… and you’re trying not to smear her lipstick,” he told Closer.
Even though Ward and Chamberlain were in love on camera, the great love story was actually when the cameras were turned off.
Bryan Brown starred as Meggie’s husband Luke O’Neill, and while shooting, they fell in love.
“What happened on screen was happening off it – that’s why our love scenes were so believable,” Ward told the UK’s Daily Express.
“Everyone on set realized they were falling for each other. “I’ve never seen two people more in love,” Chamberlain said, adding that Brown even helped Ward calm her nerves before shooting. “She seemed to get happier and happier and her work got better and better.”
Married months later
Ward and Brown obviously had “sexual chemistry” on set. She really fancied him, however, when asked who made the first move, she made sure to throw her beloved husband under the bus.
‘He as slow as a wet week. Really took forever. I think I probably did,’ she said.
Brown, however, insisted that he was just being a “cunning Aussie bloke” not approaching her at once.”
“And before they know it, they’re hooked!” the legendary actor joked.
Rachel Ward and Brown got married months after the filming of The Thorn Birds wrapped.
The couple went on to have three children, Rose, Matilda and Joseph.
So what happened to Ward following The Thorn Birds?
She and Brown moved to Australia, where Ward starred in several films and television series.
Rachel Ward – this is her today
In 2001, she was nominated for a Golden Globe for Best Performance by an Actress in a Miniseries or Motion Picture Made for Television following her performance in the film On the Beach.
Her other credits include The Big House, Martha’s New Coat and television series Rake, Devil’s Playground and The Straits.
Ward also went into producing and directing,
Besides being an actress, wife, mother, and now grandmother, Ward also made sure to contribute to society.
Therefore, in 2005, she was awarded the A.M (Member of the Order of Australia for “raising awareness of social justice through lobbying, mentoring and advocacy for the rights of disadvantaged and at-risk young people.”
Work with daughter Matilda
Both Matilda’s parents were present when she gave birth, which was truly special for her.
“When I was pushing Zan out at the end, dad was stroking my head and mum was cheering me on, crying, saying, ‘Come on, Till! He’s so close,’” Matilda said. “It was pretty special that both my parents got to be with me through such a monumental time in my life.”
Just days ago, Ward got to see her newborn granddaughter, which she shared on her Instagram.
And on another note, isn’t Matilda just the spitting image of her mother!
Ward and her daughter Matilda both chose acting as their job.
However, when Matilda first said she wanted to become an actress, her mother wasn’t that excited.
Spitting image of her mother
“Mum definitely said ‘don’t be an actress,’” Matilda recalled. “She encouraged me to go to film school and get behind the camera, which I did and I’m very glad I did.”
In 2016, they teamed up in the film The Death and Life of Otto Bloom. Rachel and Matilda play the same character at different stages of her life
“We look alike so obviously there’s a great bonus in that we share physical similarities and mannerisms,” Rachel Ward said. “Plus, as we know, women over the age of 40 are basically invisible in the media and in film … It’s a treat when something comes along where it’s ok to be in your 50s.”
Rachel Ward was wonderful as Meggie Cleary in The Thorn Birds, and we’re so happy to see that she still is as passionate today.
She Called Her Father a Failure — Until the Day She Opened His Final Gift
After his wife’s death, a struggling father became both Mom and Dad to his only daughter. But in her desperate need to fit in with her wealthy friends, she resented his job and told him he wasn’t enough. Then one day, she opened the final gift he’d saved for her… and it shattered her heart.
Paul wiped down the last table of his evening shift, his calloused hands moving in practiced circles. Around him, waiters in crisp white shirts glided between tables, carrying plates of food that cost more than what he made in a day.
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“Hey Paul, you almost done, man? Chef wants to know if you can stay late tonight. The Hendersons are here.” Marcus, the head waiter, straightened his already perfect tie.
Paul glanced at his watch—8:15 p.m. His 16-year-old daughter, Samara, would be home alone. Overtime meant extra money, and they desperately needed that. However, Paul wasn’t in a spot to extend his shift.
“Sorry, Marcus. I can’t tonight. My daughter…”
Marcus nodded with understanding. “No problem. We’ll manage. See you tomorrow!”
“Always,” Paul replied with a tired smile.
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The restaurant was in Westlake Heights, where houses looked like miniature castles. It was a far cry from the modest apartment he and Samara shared in River Bend, a neighborhood that had been up and coming for decades.
Paul’s beat-up Corolla protested as he turned the key. If traffic was kind, he’d be home by 9:00 p.m., just in time to see Samara before she retreated to her room for the night.
The drive home was always bittersweet. It had been five years since Elizabeth’s death, five years of being both mother and father, and five years of watching Samara drift like a boat with no anchor.
Elizabeth had been diagnosed with stage four pancreatic cancer when Samara was 11. The doctors gave her six months and she fought for nine.
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Paul remembered those final days with painful clarity—the hospital smell, the steady beep of monitors, and Elizabeth squeezing his hand one last time, whispering, “Take care of our little girl.”
He had promised, but lately he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was failing.
***
Paul pulled into the apartment complex parking lot at 8:50 p.m. He unlocked the door quietly, hoping to find Samara studying or watching TV. Instead, darkness and silence greeted him.
“Sam? Sweetie, I’m home… Samara?” he called, flipping on the light.
The living room was empty. The plate of lasagna he’d prepared sat untouched on the counter and his phone buzzed with a text from Samara:
“At Lily’s. Studying. Be home late. Don’t wait up.”
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Paul’s shoulders slumped. Lily was the daughter of an affluent industrialist, and they lived in a mansion with an indoor pool and a home theater. She had everything Samara wanted… designer clothes, the latest gadgets, and parents who could afford to give her the world.
With a heavy sigh, he texted: “It’s a school night. Be home by 10. And did you take your pepper spray?”
Paul watched the screen and the typing bubbles blinked on.
“Whatever. I’m not some helpless little girl. It’s not the damn 1950s. 🙄“
He exhaled slowly, the kind of breath that carried more than just air. But he didn’t text back. He knew better by now.
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Paul ate alone, scrolling through the old photos on his phone… pictures of Elizabeth, healthy and laughing, and the three of them at the beach and Disneyland. They looked like a different family—happy, complete, and untouched by grief and financial struggle.
At 10:30 p.m., Samara walked in. At 16, she was the spitting image of her mother with the same hazel eyes and delicate nose. Her long brown hair fell loosely around her shoulders, and she wore a pink sweater Paul didn’t recognize.
“You’re late!”
Samara rolled her eyes. “It’s only THIRTY minutes.”
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“We had an agreement, Sam. Home by ten on school nights.”
“God, Dad, I was studying with Lily. Her parents ordered pizza and insisted I stay for dinner.”
Paul noticed the logo on her sweater that belonged to an upscale boutique. “Is that new?”
“Lily gave it to me. She was going to donate it anyway. It’s not a big deal.”
But it was. Paul knew pride was all they had sometimes, and accepting hand-me-downs from her wealthy friend felt like another reminder of what he couldn’t provide.
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“Oh, and I need $75 for the science museum field trip next week,” Samara added.
Paul felt his stomach tighten. That meant cutting back on groceries or skipping a bill payment. “I’ll figure it out,” he said, forcing a smile.
“Lily invited me to her family’s lake house this weekend,” Samara continued, her hand already on her doorknob.
“This weekend? I thought we could visit Mom’s grave on Saturday.”
Something flickered across her face… pain, guilt, or perhaps just annoyance. “Do we have to? I sometimes go on my own.”
“You do?” This surprised Paul.
“Sometimes,” Samara repeated vaguely before disappearing into her room.
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While driving through town the next day, Paul passed the bustling shopping district of Westlake Heights. He spotted Samara outside Gadgets & Gizmos, staring intently at something in the display window before walking away with a deep sigh.
Curious, Paul approached the storefront. The window featured a crystal ballerina figurine priced at $390. His heart sank at the number, but he wondered how many times she’d walked by just to stare at it.
Inside the store, a salesperson approached. “Can I help you find something?”
“I’m curious about the crystal figurine in the window,” Paul said.
“Excellent taste! The ballerina is limited edition… only fifty were made worldwide.”
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After leaving the store, Paul called his friend Miguel, who worked at a glass factory. “Miguel, you mentioned they sometimes need extra hands. Is that offer still good?”
“Sure, buddy. They’re looking for weekend shift workers right now.”
“I’ll take it,” Paul said without hesitation.
***
For the next month, he worked six days a week, putting in hours at the restaurant Monday through Friday and at the factory on Saturdays. The factory work was physically demanding, leaving his hands cramped and his back stiff with pain.
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Samara noticed his exhaustion. “You should find better work,” she commented one evening. “Lily’s dad says there are always janitorial positions at the hospital. At least they have benefits.”
“I’m fine with my current job, dear,” Paul replied, not revealing his second employment. “The Winter Carnival is coming up, right? Do you want to go?”
“Maybe. Lily’s already got her dress. It cost, like, $550.” Samara studied his reaction. “But I don’t need anything fancy. There’s this dress at the mall for $55 that would work.”
Paul nodded. “We can look into it. I’ve been picking up extra hours, so we might be able to manage it.”
A flicker of surprise crossed Samara’s face, replaced by a tentative smile. “Really? You mean it?”
“Of course. You should experience these things. Your mom would want that.”
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By the end of the month, Paul had saved just over $400. It was enough for the figurine, and the idea of seeing Samara’s face light up made every ache and overtime shift worth it.
On Saturday, after his factory shift, Paul purchased the crystal ballerina. Watching the salesperson wrap it, he couldn’t stop picturing Samara’s face.
***
She was watching TV when he arrived home and she barely glanced up as he entered.
“Sweetie,” Paul said, his heart pounding. “I have something for you.”
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She finally looked at him, her expression curious but guarded.
“Close your eyes,” he instructed.
With a slight eye roll, Samara complied, holding out her hands. Paul placed the wrapped box in her palms and watched her face carefully.
“Okay, you can open your eyes now.”
“A gift? It’s not my birthday!”
“Go on, honey. Open it!”
Samara peeled the ribbon off, barely glancing at it, and tore open the paper.
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She stared at the figurine, her eyebrows knitted with confusion.
“Seriously?” she said, holding it like it might break just from being looked at.
“Do you like it?” Paul asked, his smile faltering. “I saw you looking at it in the store window.”
“You saw me at the store?”
“A few weeks ago. You were standing outside Gadgets & Gizmos.”
“You thought I was looking at THIS? A glass doll? You think I’m five?”
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“It’s a ballerina. Like Mom used to be. Like you were… I thought you…”
“I haven’t danced in years, Dad. What am I supposed to do with this? It’s just going to sit on a shelf collecting dust.”
Paul felt a sharp pang in his chest. “I thought it would be special. Something to remember your mother by. I thought you… liked it.”
“If you want me to remember Mom, show me pictures. Tell me stories. Don’t spend a fortune on some useless decoration.”
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Samara stood abruptly. “You know what I was actually looking at that day? The phone. The one every single person at school has except me.”
Paul blinked, confused. “Phone?”
“Yeah. It was right there next to this stupid ballerina. Eighteen hundred bucks with tax. But sure, let’s blow $390 on a stupid glass doll I didn’t ask for!”
“And this isn’t?” Samara gestured with the crystal piece. “What were you thinking? That I’d put this in my room and suddenly everything would be better? That I’d stop being embarrassed about our apartment, your job, and our old car?”
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“Samara, please—”
But she wasn’t listening. “Do you know what it’s like being the only kid at school whose dad is a busboy? Whose mom is dead? Whose clothes come from discount stores or rich friends’ castoffs?”
“I’m trying my best, sweetie…” Paul said softly, his eyes glassy.
“Well, your best isn’t enough! You should have never had a child if you couldn’t give her a decent life! You’re a living, walking, breathing failure, Dad! You hear me…?”
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And then, in a moment that seemed to unfold in slow motion, Samara hurled the crystal ballerina to the floor. It shattered with a sharp, crystalline sound, glistening fragments scattering across the worn carpet.
Paul stared at the broken pieces, tears welling in his eyes. “Samara… what did you do?”
She stormed to her room, the door slamming shut a second later.
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Paul stood in the silence she left behind, his eyes fixed on the glinting wreckage. With trembling hands and a heart that felt like it had cracked wide open, he knelt and began gathering the shards.
One sharp edge sliced his finger, drawing a thin line of crimson, but he didn’t flinch. He just kept going.
He dropped the pieces into the plastic bin one by one, each clink sounding louder than the last.
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Then, the tears came… loud, heavy, and unstoppable. He sank onto the couch, his eyes fixed on the framed photo of Elizabeth on the shelf.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I tried. I swear I tried. But I failed her. I failed both of you.”
An eerie silence swallowed the room, broken only by the steady ticking of the clock and Paul’s muffled sobs.
After a long moment, he wiped his face with the back of his hand. His eyes were swollen, but there was something steady in them now. He got up, picked his empty wallet off the counter, and stared at it like it held the answer to everything.
He didn’t know how yet… but he was going to get her that phone.
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For the next three months, Paul worked nearly every day, often taking double shifts. He saw Samara only in passing, with brief exchanges in the morning or late at night. Their conversations were stilted, carefully avoiding any mention of the crystal ballerina incident.
Finally, after 92 days of relentless work, Paul had saved enough for the phone. On a sunny Thursday afternoon, he drove to Gadgets & Gizmos, his heart pounding with anticipation.
The same salesperson helped him. “Back for another special gift?”
“Yes, I want that phone,” Paul said, feeling both pride and nervousness.
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“Excellent choice! Would you like it in Midnight Black or Stellar Silver?”
“Which is more popular with teenagers?”
“Definitely the Stellar Silver.”
“I’ll take it.”
The phone was wrapped in vibrant blue paper with a silver bow. As Paul left the store, he felt lighter than he had in months. He couldn’t wait to see Samara’s face when she opened this gift.
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Maybe they’d order pizza to celebrate, or watch a movie together like they used to. Something silly she’d pretend to hate but secretly loved. Maybe she’d hug him without pulling away, and for a moment, she’d be that little girl again who used to chirp, “I love you, Daddy!” every time he brought home her favorite candy.
Maybe… just maybe, she’d be proud of him.
Paul was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn’t notice the car running the red light until it was too late. He stepped into the crosswalk just as the vehicle barreled through the intersection. There was a screech of tires, a sickening impact… and then darkness.
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Samara was walking to her classroom when her phone buzzed with an unknown number. After ignoring several calls, she finally answered.
“Is this Samara? This is Nurse Jenkins from Westlake Memorial Hospital. I’m calling about your father, Paul.”
Samara stopped walking, her blood turning cold. “My… father?”
“I’m afraid there’s been an accident. Your father was hit by a car. We need you to come to the hospital as soon as possible.”
Samara stood frozen in the hallway, her pulse roaring in her ears. For a second, she couldn’t speak or move… just stared at the lockers across from her like they might tell her it wasn’t real.
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“Wait… what happened? Is he okay?” she asked but the nurse had already hung up.
Samara’s sneakers squeaked against the tile as she burst into the class. Lily looked up in alarm, halfway through a worksheet.
“Lily, I need you. It’s my dad… he’s in the hospital.”
Without asking another question, Lily grabbed her backpack and followed her out.
***
The car ride was a blur. Samara stared straight ahead, knuckles white against her thighs. She didn’t say much, just whispered, “Drive faster,” and wiped her face with her sleeve when she thought Lily wasn’t looking.
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At the hospital, Samara rushed to the front desk, her voice already trembling. “My dad… Paul. He was in an accident. Please… can I see him?”
A doctor appeared from the double doors, his expression grave.
“You must be his daughter,” he said, stepping closer.
Samara’s stomach dropped.
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“Samara? I’m Dr. Reese. Let’s sit down.”
“Just tell me if he’s okay.”
“I’m very sorry. Your father sustained severe trauma from the impact. Despite our best efforts, he passed away a few minutes ago.”
The words didn’t make sense. Her father couldn’t be gone. He was invincible, always there, always working… and always trying.
“No. That’s not right. Check again. Please.”
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“Would you like to see him?”
Samara nodded numbly, allowing herself to be led to a quiet room. Her father lay on a bed, his face peaceful but unnaturally still.
“Dad?” she whispered. “Dad, I’m here.”
No response came. The reality began to sink in, wave after crushing wave of grief and regret.
“Dad?” Samara stepped closer to the hospital bed. “No, no… no. Dad, please… wake up.”
She clutched his hand, cold and still. “Don’t do this to me. Dad? Dad?”
The beeping of machines filled the silence Paul wasn’t breaking.
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A nurse entered quietly, carrying a plastic bag. “These are your father’s personal effects. And this was with him at the time of the accident.” She handed Samara a gift-wrapped package, its blue paper stained with crimson streaks.
Inside was a box for the phone… the exact model she had coveted for months. Attached to it was a handwritten note:
“Sweetheart,
I know you’re ashamed to be my daughter, but I’ve always been proud to be your father. Hope this makes you happy & hope you forgive me… for everything. I’m trying. But I need some time to be able to get back on my feet again. But I promise to make you happy… even if it would cost my life.
Love, Dad.”
A primal scream tore from Samara’s throat. “He worked extra shifts,” she gasped between sobs. “He was working himself to death for this stupid phone. For me.”
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In the days that followed, Samara moved through the funeral arrangements in a fog of grief. The restaurant staff and glass factory workers attended the service, sharing stories of Paul’s dedication.
“Your dad talked about you all the time,” Miguel told her. “Every shift, he’d say how this extra money was going to make his girl happy.”
After the funeral, Samara returned to the empty apartment. In the kitchen trash, she spotted a familiar glint… fragments of the crystal ballerina. With painstaking care, she collected every piece she could find.
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Over the next few days, she worked meticulously with super glue, piecing the ballerina back together. It was imperfect. The cracks were visible and some tiny pieces were missing. But there was beauty in its brokenness… a reminder of what had been lost and could never be fully restored.
Samara placed the repaired ballerina on her bedside table, next to a framed photo of her parents.
The new phone remained in its box, untouched in her desk drawer. She couldn’t bear to use it, knowing the cost had been so much higher than dollars and cents.
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That night, as the apartment sat quiet, Samara opened her old phone and typed a message to her dad’s number.
“I’m proud of you, Dad.”
She hit send, knowing it would go nowhere. But seeing his name light up on the screen one last time… it felt like he was still with her, if only for a moment.
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