Sarah Connell Sanders Correspondent In our last issue, I wrote a column about the mysterious new pizza shop, I Love Frankie’s, which popped up on Providence Street overnight and drew huge crowds in its first few weeks. I wanted to know more about the enigmatic owner and his giant slices. It turned out he was as baffled as everyone else by his swift and unexpected rise. What’s your story, Frankie? It’s my daughter. It’s all about my daughter. I have a 6-year-old who I’ve been trying to move closer to for years. I got into a bad car accident, to no fault of my own, that delayed my move and kept me in Denver. I have been flying to Massachusetts every six weeks for six years. Halloween 2019, I had flown in to take her trick-or-treating. I came across Family Pizza Express right down the road from the new stadium. I asked for an application and told the owner I planned to relocate to the area to be closer to my daughter and my dad who lives on Long Island — he’s still kicking it down there. When I eventually moved in August of 2020, smack dab in the middle of my trip, my appendix erupted. I had my appendix removed in Indianapolis and kept driving. My daughter and her mother, my ex, did not know I was moving; they thought I was just coming for my scheduled visit. I pulled into town with a Dalmatian puppy and told them I was planning to stay. More than one real estate agent sent me the listing for Family Pizza Express, the same spot I had visited the year before with the intention of getting a job and working my way up. That’s how I Love Frankie’s was born. It has been awesome to live in Worcester and see my daughter more. We have a strong daddy-daughter connection.