[ WP ] Write a story where the first sentence means something totally different than the last by the end of the story .

My baby girl looked at me and laughed as she began to play. Have tea with me, she asked. How could I say no? 
 
 She was my pride and joy, and it hurt that I was n't going to see her again for a long time. I had made just one mistake, one very bad mistake, and now I was going to miss seeing my baby girl grow up. By the time I was eligible for parole, she would be a woman. 
 
 My wife handed me the divorce papers that same day. I signed them immediately. I did n't want to, but it was the right thing to do. 
 
 I surrendered myself the next morning. At first I wrote to my daughter every day. Then, I received the letter from my ex telling me to stop. The next fifteen years were hell. 
 
 Finding them was harder than finding a job as a convicted felon, but find them I did. My ex-wife had married a wealthy man, a man of culture and high society. They were better than me, and they knew it. I paid them a visit, but she would n't let me see my daughter. My daughter did n't want to see me, she said. I could n't know if it was true. What poison might she have whispered into my baby girl's ear over so many years? 
 
 I took a job cleaning offices at night. My supervisor was half my age, but I did n't resent him. He showed me how to find my daughter with social media. I could n't speak to her, but I could watch her live her life from afar. She seemed so happy. She had so many friends. She played the violin, and she was very good! 
 
 She had been invited to perform at a charity benefit. I determined to go. The event was invitation-only, so I put on my best jeans and collared shirt and decided to sneak in. I stood out front for nearly an hour waiting for a chance, but at last it came. In I went, straight into the banquet hall. I was dreadfully out of place. I would n't be able to blend in long before I was noticed, but luck was on my side. My baby girl was being introduced on stage. 
 
 The master of ceremonies asked her about herself. She made a joke and everyone laughed. 
 
 Suddenly an usher was at my side, offering to escort me to my seat. I did n't know where my seat was, I said. He asked to see my invitation. I said nothing, but I did n't have to. 
 
 And then she saw me. And she scowled. My heart turned to ice. 
 
 Another usher came up and together they firmly began to escort me out of the room. 
 
 Her violin was in her hands now. What was she waiting for? 
 
 They had taken me out of the banquet hall now. The door was closing, but I could still see her. 
 
 My baby girl looked at me and laughed as she began to play.
