Lily was both fascinated and alarmed to find the eggs beneath her bed. She had no idea what they were or where they had come from. Her parents quickly decided to get them removed by a specialist. The expert examined the eggs closely as soon as he arrived. As he studied them, his terrified eyes enlarged and his face turned pale.
“These are not regular eggs,” he added, turning to face Lilly’s parents. We had to get out of your house right away.
Lilly’s parents were not happy with the invasion of their privacy, particularly since their little daughter Lilly was present. They tried to discuss the evacuation, but soon found there was nothing to talk about. This was a serious situation, and they had to get out as soon as possible.
None of them said anything when they realized what it was. At first glance, these seemed like just strange eggs, but a closer look showed that they were much more than that. The family was taken aback and asked the expert to explain himself right away.
They didn’t even have time to pack their bags before they had to leave immediately. Lilly observed her parents being led by the expert and his team out of the house. Lilly felt like a totally different person after this encounter.
What exactly about these strange-looking eggs was deadly, then? Why had the specialist left the house in such a panic at that precise moment?
Lilly, like most little girls, is afraid of everything that could lurk under her bed. She therefore checks under her bed every morning. The same happened on Sunday morning when she happened to notice a bunch of pretty strange eggs out of the blue. She was unaware of what was going to happen, and this was just the beginning of the scenario.
Startled, Lilly bolts downstairs. When she calls out for her parents, they don’t respond at first. When she gets her parents’ attention, she tells them about the eggs. They don’t believe her at first, but as soon as they see the fear in her eyes, they follow her upstairs.
And Lilly wasn’t the only one who was shocked now. By this point, her parents, Hilly and Oscar, were equally shocked. They question Lilly about whether or not she actually placed them there, but they quickly realize that she is innocent. Oscar feels that the eggs are really warm as he attempts to touch one carefully. Oscar, be careful…
In addition to phoning an expert to comfort Lily, Oscar and Hilly agreed to get the eggs taken out as soon as possible. It appeared that the eggs would hatch soon because they were warm. That would have been the best case scenario, in retrospect.
The specialist was on his way to the terrified family’s home in less than fifteen minutes after making his phone call. Strangely enough, he was reluctant to head upstairs straight away. Taking out a photo book, he initially displayed some images to Oscar and Hilly before asking if those were the eggs from upstairs. The eggs in question were then spotted in a picture.
The expert was taken aback when they indicated the photo. He didn’t respond to them. With limited time, he requested right away if he might go upstairs. How on earth could it be? Lily was terrified because she could tell from the expert that something major was happening. She was perfectly entitled to…
The specialist bravely entered the room and used a flashlight to carefully examine under the bed. The family watched in anxiety for several minutes while he searched under the bed silently. They were desperate for clarification, if not answers. Before they heard a tremendous sound out of nowhere, there was no response!
The specialist was yelling in terror! He had been working so quietly and intently, when all of a sudden, he yelled as though confronting his worst nightmare. Oscar gave Lily a tight squeeze in the hopes that she wouldn’t overreact. How could that be? Furthermore, why did the expert yell in such way?
However, the expert remained seated. He remained on the ground, keeping Oscar and Lily in the dark as he double-checked everything. Oscar pondered over the possible situation. He needed to know right away if it was that horrible, therefore he was gradually running out of patience! But could he really just ask the knowledgeable person?
When the expert finally stood up, he did not look the family in the eye! It’s ridiculous, Oscar thought. He became enraged and walked over, insisting that he tell him what he saw and why he screamed! But before leaving, the expert angrily said to Oscar, “I need backup! Give me some space!”
However, this just made Oscar’s side question more! Did he not care more about this than the expert himself, since this was his home? Hilly also joined at this time. She asked the expert politely what was going on and whether they could help, seeming a little more composed than Oscar. However, his response would only heighten their concerns.
This got a better response from the expert. He was obviously trying to talk to the parents, as he glanced worriedly in Lily’s direction. But no matter how hard he searched, he could scarcely find the perfect words. He stumbled over his words and stammered. Were these eggs indeed that uncommon or harmful?
In the interim, the specialist contacted his contingency. He made a good effort to explain everything to them, but it seemed like he had to say it more than once. That could only indicate that not much of it was understood by his backup! The expert finally hung up, waiting for their backup to arrive.
Lily, Oscar, and Hilly were instructed to wait in the living room for the backup. They reluctantly complied, but they weren’t sure what the expert meant when he said “backup.” Did he call his supervisor? perhaps one of his associates? And should they show up, what would happen? They are so full of inquiries.
Soon after, the backup showed up in the form of an entire team! They hardly acknowledged the family, giving young Lily a fleeting nod. They proceeded directly to Lily’s bedroom and started to gently remove the bed. The procedure had started, and it wasn’t a simple one.
White-suit-wearing men crowded Lily’s chamber. As the men tore up the room, Oscar and Hilly stood horrified by their daughter’s door. They moved every piece of furniture out of the way and gathered around Lily’s bed, gently raising it. Beneath their masks, they could hear the men murmuring something very serious.
However, the expert’s colleagues were equally shocked when the bed was shifted! Now that Oscar, Hilly, and Lily could see, they could also tell that there were at least five big eggs! Furthermore, it turned out that the eggs might hatch sooner than they had originally anticipated.
The group examined the eggs closely and then had a brief discussion. Oscar attempted to listen in on them, but he was unable. Still, he could tell that they were clearly upset about the state of affairs. Soon afterward, the group proceeded. They abruptly worked in a resolute manner after coming to a decision.
While some remained and taped off Lily’s room, others went with samples of the eggs. Oscar, Hilly, and Lily felt terribly left out since no one was allowed in anymore. Even though they were all aware that these eggs were unusual, nobody was taking the time to explain what it was.
The group ultimately chose to contact the police! Oscar was taken aback! Was it really that bad? Were the cops really necessary? He was afraid for his own innocence now that he had never seen the police in his neighborhood! Even though he knew he had nothing to do with it, the thought of cops still gave him the creeps.
He attempted to dissuade the expert by saying him it couldn’t be that difficult and that they could work together to find a solution. However, the expert was too busy to consider his advice. The incessant queries from the family had started to bother him. He insisted that they remain in the living room so that his staff may finish their work.
Soon later, there were cops and professionals everywhere in the house! The terrified family tried to comfort one another, but it was an unbelievable circumstance. Oscar and Hilly started to feel concerned since they were becoming less and less active in the investigation. It quickly became apparent that those worries were well-founded.
The commanding police officer showed up in the interim. He took a serious look around the room and struck up a conversation with Hilly and Oscar. Sadly, he was at a loss for words as he attempted to reassure them. He soon joined the other experts and agents. There had been a revelation.
Oscar made an effort to get closer to Hilly and little Lily. However, because the specialists and police officers were whispering, they were still unable to hear anything! It was obvious that they could not tell the family directly about this knowledge. Oscar then noticed an odd expression on one of the officers’ cheeks.
He observed how shocked he was, with his eyes wide open! This officer’s expression made it obvious that he had heard some news that he had never heard before! Oscar eventually lost patience as a result, and he joined the group. The officers quit whispering right away. Oscar didn’t care, though. He insisted on an explanation!
Oscar pressed the officers for an explanation. But as he was speaking to them, every police officer took an unexpected action that Oscar never saw coming. With great surprise, they said, “Sir, stay there,” as they took a step back. You must remain still as you lay on the ground!”What’s happening?” Oscar wondered.
Oscar was unable to object to an instruction even though he didn’t know why he was supposed to lie on the ground. He then dropped to his knees and slowly raised his hands in the air. Inside the house, Hilly and Lily gazed with wide eyes. Oscar was being taken into custody? Why would they take such action?
The police claimed that they might be infected. Oscar was astonished by what he saw. Suddenly, though, he noticed his little Lily sobbing outside their home. Oscar lost it as he saw the police pulling out their firearms and rushed in their direction. Did they really think that they were crazy?
However, Oscar was pushed to the ground right away. But Oscar was relieved that Lily was taken into custody by a rather typical police officer who handled her with kindness. Subsequently, Lily and his spouse Hilly were placed in another police car together with Oscar. but everyone parted ways. What is happening?
A few minutes later, Oscar saw a big group of people walking in wearing white suits and going inside the house. Oscar waited for hours without receiving any approach, leaving him perplexed. At last, someone approached Oscar and said, “Sir, we have to take you and your family with us.” What the hell? Was there an arrest taking place?
From the other car, Oscar could hear his daughter crying. It was bizarre to see his house surrounded by police and men dressed in hazmat suits since the situation had gotten out of control. All of the items they removed from his house were hidden inside airtight ziplock bags. It appeared bizarre.
Oscar saw that the driver of the automobile was a man wearing a white suit rather than a police officer as it drove away. He tried to inquire, feeling confused and concerned, but they said nothing. Why were they dressed that way, and where were they taking him? The mystery got even more complex.
They reached their destination—an airport—after a two-hour trip. Oscar didn’t know what was going on and was perplexed. Abruptly, he was led aboard a chopper that was already there and carried away. His heart raced with anxiety and uncertainty, even though he had no idea where they were heading or why.
“Where are my spouse and daughter?He made an attempt to inquire. The sound of his words could hardly be heard over the propeller of the helicopter. There was no indication of Hilly and Lilly in the other car, but he was belted in and given ear protection. Where do you intend to take me?He attempted to inquire again, but nobody responded.
Oscar’s head was buzzing with questions as he flew into the air. Had his relatives already arrived? He was curious, but he knew it wouldn’t work to inquire. “We’re almost there, just five minutes away,” a man suddenly said.
Oscar peered out of the chopper, trying in vain to identify the land below. There was no sign of life, and the countryside appeared parched and lifeless. He felt the helicopter drop suddenly. He peered down, seeing little to distinguish the creatures below. What was this location?
Oscar landed at a base camp that had the appearance of a military camp, but it was unique in some way. It was unlike anything he had ever seen. He felt apprehensive around the strange technology and unknown faces. Why was he transported here, and what could this place be?
Oscar was seized by the arms by a second group of individuals dressed in white suits as soon as the helicopter touched down. After escorting him into a neighboring building, they imprisoned him in a cell. He felt alone and imprisoned in the cold, clinical environs. What was to become of him, and why had he been brought here?
Oscar had been having a quiet supper with his family only the day before. He was now imprisoned in a cell, unsure of what would happen to him. Was there another reason for his detention, or was he under arrest? His family, especially his small daughter Lilly, was his top priority. The abrupt upheaval must terrify her.
Two hours later, a man wearing a white suit and once more completely packed entered Oscar’s cell. Identifying himself as Alex, he said he was employed by a squad of covert forces. He expressed regret for the circumstances but maintained that their actions had been required. Oscar pressed for explanations, but Alex stayed evasive.
Oscar’s primary concern was for his family, particularly Lilly, his daughter. He made a forceful demand to find out where they were being taken. Alex hesitated before answering, casting a worried glance at him. At last, he whispered, “I must share with you something.”
Oscar yelled, “What? ” as his heart raced. How come? How come?Was Lilly having any problems? His heart pounded in his temples as he tried to gather himself. He waited for Alex to answer, and a sense of impending doom filled the air. It was almost too much to withstand the tension.
Oscar was having trouble regaining his composure, so Alex gave him a drink of water. Oscar had never felt so powerless and was humiliated that he had let go of control in that way. Then, like a dense fog, Alex’s words lingered in the atmosphere. It has to do with your daughter.
Alex told Oscar in a somber voice that he had to gather himself since his daughter had been quite sick after they had arrived at the clinic. With concern engraved on his face, Alex clarified that it was the eggs. However, what did that actually mean? Oscar’s thoughts was full of inquiries.
Oscar struggled to accept the news of his daughter’s sickness, his head buzzing with questions. And what kind of eggs might have been the cause? Was she truly ill, and if so, to what extent? His thirst for answers was growing as the uncertainty consumed him.
Alex insisted that the virus was highly secret and continued to be evasive about it. Oscar wanted to meet his daughter right away because she was his top priority. But Alex told him it could only happen if he had tested positive for the virus himself. Oscar had to comply even though it made him nervous and terrified.
Oscar was tested by a different man who came in. They got the results an hour later, and happily Oscar was not afflicted with the virus. He was happy to see his daughter and felt comforted. He prayed to God for her well-being.
Oscar was informed by Alex that he needed to follow certain procedures. He was required to don a hazmat suit like everyone else and was not permitted to touch his daughter. They informed him that Hilly, his wife, was still awaiting the results of the test and that she would be joining him in their daughter’s room if she had a negative result as well.
Desperate for an answer, Oscar barraged Alex with questions as he went down the corridor. Where did the virus come from? Did it originate from the enigmatic eggs? What kind of animal may live inside of them? Oscar was warned by Alex to keep quiet about several matters, but Alex remained evasive.
There was stillness for some minutes until Alex eventually spoke. “While your daughter is severely affected, I can’t reveal everything, but I’ll give you some information.” Oscar’s pulse pounded as he attempted to put the puzzle pieces together. What on earth possibly be ailing his daughter so severely?
“But let’s do some testing to be sure before I tell you more,” Alex added, guiding Oscar to his daughter’s room. “Everything we can to support her is being done. Ready to see her now?”
Oscar entered the room and was astounded to see his daughter, who appeared very exhausted and pallid, laying in bed. He couldn’t shake the question in his mind about whether she would survive this trauma.
Alex did not say anything, unable to comfort Oscar. The virus was poorly known, and there was a low survival rate, especially in youngsters. Now, all they could do was keep a careful eye on Lilly and pray for the best.
Alex went on. There are just three examples of this virus that are known to exist worldwide, making it very new. He paused and glanced at Oscar. “We’re still testing a lot of potential cures, but one really stands out.” Oscar was getting too used to the overwhelming silence. “Alex, tell me what’s going to happen to my daughter please.”
As Alex spoke, Oscar’s heart raced. “What is it?”He enquired earnestly. Alex stated, “It’s risky, but there’s a chance it could work,” with a determined yet unsure expression. “We must move quickly.”
Alex hypothesized that if his daughter received Oscar’s blood, her blood cells may mix with his healthy ones and thus save her life. Oscar accepted the blood transfer without hesitation and sat down to wait for the process to be completed.
They needed to draw blood and fill a large bag. However, they needed to confirm that their blood types were compatible before they could begin the transfusion. This could not function unless their blood types were the same. They did, in fact, have the same blood type, as tests revealed. Oscar was relieved.
Following the transfusion, they went into Lilly’s room and hung the blood bag so that the blood would seep into her veins. This was now a waiting game. Oscar had to ask whether they knew anything more about the unusual eggs that carried the virus.
They had to keep a tight eye on Lilly. In the event that something went wrong, they had to stop the transfusion right away. Oscar observed his daughter while seated near her bed. How did things reach to this point so quickly? He pondered in his head. His daughter’s survival was uncertain, and her life was in jeopardy.
At last, Hilly showed up. Like the others, she was dressed in a white suit. However, it was comforting to know that she tested negative for the virus as well because of her presence. Oscar gave his wife a strong hug before they took a seat near to their daughter. Without even being certain that she could hear, I comforted her.
Hilly’s spouse was asking the same questions as her. However, Alex’s responses were as ambiguous. Nobody knew with confidence what fate had in store for Lilly. They also didn’t want to give false assurances. Alex and the other specialists left the room after a short while, but Oscar wasn’t finished yet. He decided to follow them.
Alex eventually gave in to Oscar’s curiosity about the eggs and told him more about them, but only after he signed a contract committing him to keep the information private. Oscar nodded, astonished at what he was going to discover.
Desperate to preserve his daughter, Oscar signs the deal without hesitation. Oscar feels there’s more to the story as Alex starts to divulge details about the enigmatic eggs and the virus they contain. What other secrets are being withheld from him, he wonders? Will he later regret agreeing to this contract?
Oscar was taken aback when Alex disclosed that the virus originated from the eggs of an odd, potentially extraterrestrial, organism. How it might have gotten into Lilly’s chamber was beyond him. Though he had a lot of questions, he realized he had to remain composed and figure out how to save his kid.
Oscar’s shock gave way to acceptance when he realized he could rely on the legitimacy of the agreement he had signed. Now that he was thinking about his daughter, he wanted to know how she was doing. “How is she faring?With trepidation, he asked, hoping for good news.
Oscar’s daughter had finally awakened from her profound sleep, and he was ecstatic to hear that his blood had worked. Eager to see his little girl again, he asked Alex if he might see her.
Lilly questioned what had happened as they embraced. Her appearance had improved significantly in just a few hours. She was to remain overnight for observation, but tomorrow she would be free to return home if things continued to get better. In order to make their daughter feel comfortable, Hilly and Oscar stayed with her.
They asked whether they may finally go home the following day. But Alex informed them that was a challenging circumstance. because they needed to clean their house thoroughly and it was still under lockdown. Rather, they furnished Oscar and his family with a makeshift residence where they might remain until it was time for them to return home. The conclusion.
I Sold My Late Mom’s Belongings at a Flea Market, Where a Stranger’s Story Made Me Secretly Take a Hair from His Coat for a DNA Test — Story of the Day
While selling my late mom’s belongings, an older man recognized her pendant. His story shook me, and as he turned to leave, I took a strand of hair from his coat, determined to uncover the truth about my father.
After my mother passed away, I walked into our old house, and the silence hit me like a wave. The rooms felt hollow like they were waiting for someone who wasn’t coming back.
“Okay, just start,” I whispered to myself, though my legs refused to move.
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The air smelled faintly of her cinnamon rolls, always warm on Saturdays. I could almost hear the rustle of her dress as she walked through the hall, humming under her breath. But now, everything was still.
I forced myself toward the living room. Boxes were stacked neatly, waiting for me to decide their fate. My fingers hovered over the first one, and I sighed.
“This is ridiculous. It’s just stuff.”
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But every item pulled at me. Her old coffee mug, the one with the chip that I always told her to throw away. Her scarf, the one I’d borrowed without asking. I couldn’t let go, not yet.
And then I saw it. The pendant. It was tucked under a stack of faded letters. The emerald gleamed, catching the dim light.
“I’ve never seen this before. Where did this come from?”
Mom never wore jewelry like this. I stared at it.
“Well,” I said to myself again, “I guess it goes in the sale box.”
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***
The fair was alive with energy. The sweet, nutty aroma of roasted almonds and caramel was mixed with the faint tang of dust kicked up by the crowd.
My little table was wedged between a stall selling handmade candles and another offering second-hand books.
“Not exactly prime real estate,” I muttered to myself, rearranging a few items on the table.
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People walked by, some slowing down to glance at the assortment of belongings from my mother’s house. A couple picked up an old vase, murmured something to each other, and put it back. A child tugged at his mother’s sleeve, pointing at a set of vintage postcards.
“Excuse me,” a deep, slightly raspy voice broke through the noise.
I looked up to see an older man standing before me. His face was weathered, with deep lines etched around his eyes and mouth. He pointed to the pendant lying among the other items.
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“May I?” he asked.
“Of course,” I replied, watching as he picked it up carefully.
He held it up to the light. His expression softened.
“This pendant,” he began, his voice quieter now, “it’s beautiful. Where did it come from?”
“It belonged to my mother,” I explained, folding my hands nervously. “I found it while sorting through her things.”
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He didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he stared at the pendant as if it held a secret only he could see.
“I gave one just like this to a woman once,” he said finally, his words slow and deliberate. “Her name was Martha. We spent a summer together—years ago, decades really. It was… unforgettable.” His lips curved into a bittersweet smile. “But life pulled us apart. I never saw her again.”
My heart thudded in my chest.
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“Martha,” I repeated under my breath. That was my mother’s name.
Could it be possible? I studied the man closely, searching for any hint of familiarity. I needed to get more information about him.
“Do you want to keep it?” I blurted, the words escaping before I could think them through.
He looked startled. “Oh, I couldn’t…”
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“I insist,” I said quickly. “But let me clean it first. I can make it look as good as new and send it to you later.”
His hesitation melted into a nod. “That’s very kind of you.” He reached into his coat pocket, pulling out a scrap of paper. “Here’s my address.”
“Thank you, Mr.?”
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“Jackson,” he said, scribbling quickly and handing me the paper.
As he returned the pendant to me, my eyes caught a strand of hair on his coat, fine and silver. Without a second thought, I reached out discreetly and plucked it between my fingers.
“Nice to meet you, Jackson,” I said, slipping the strand into my pocket.
I had what I needed. It was time to find out the truth.
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***
I wrestled with the decision for days before finally handing over the strand of hair for a DNA test. The question of whether Mr. Jackson could be my father consumed me. My mother had never spoken of him, and that part of her life felt like a stolen chapter from my own biography.
She had secrets that even her death couldn’t bury. In the end, my need for answers outweighed my doubts. I submitted the sample and waited.
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Weeks passed, each day stretching endlessly, but then the results arrived. My hands shook as I opened the envelope, and my breath caught in my throat as I read the words: 99% probability.
Jackson was my father.
“Are you sure?” I had called the clinic, my voice trembling.
“Absolutely,” the technician replied. “There’s no mistake.”
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Armed with this truth, I found myself standing outside Jackson’s modest house, the pendant clutched tightly in my hand. My heart pounded as I knocked on the door.
He answered almost immediately, his expression shifting from surprise to curiosity.
“Miss…?” he began, but I quickly interrupted, extending the pendant toward him.
“This is yours,” I said softly.
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He hesitated before taking it. But when I explained the DNA test, his expression changed sharply. His brows furrowed, and his mouth tightened.
“You did what?” he demanded.
“I had to know,” I replied, my voice steady despite my racing heart. “The test confirmed it. You’re my father.”
Before he could respond, a girl, maybe fifteen, appeared at his side. She slipped her hand into his, her wide eyes flickering between us.
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“This is Julia,” Jackson said, his tone suddenly protective. “My daughter.”
“Who’s this?” she asked softly.
The sight of her only deepened the storm in Jackson’s eyes. He turned back to me, his voice rising.
“You had no right to do this,” he snapped. “I don’t believe you. I think you’re here because you want something.”
“Want something?” I repeated, my frustration breaking through. “I don’t want anything from you! I’ve spent my entire life wondering who my father was. Wondering why he wasn’t there!”
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But my words fell flat. Jackson shook his head, his jaw tight.
“Leave,” he said firmly, stepping back and closing the door.
I stood there, stunned and heartbroken, until the door creaked open again. Suddenly, Julia slipped out.
“Wait,” she called, catching up to me. “You seem to be my sister, right?”
I hesitated, then nodded. “It’s possible.”
Her face lit up with a small smile. “Come back tomorrow. I’ll talk to him. Please.”
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***
The next day, I returned to Jackson’s house. I didn’t know what to expect. When he opened the door, he looked different—calmer, almost vulnerable.
“I owe you an apology,” he said, stepping aside to let me in. “Yesterday, I… I didn’t handle things well.”
“It’s okay,” I replied. “I understand. It was a lot to take in.”
We settled into the living room. The pendant lay in his hands as he turned it over slowly, his fingers tracing its edges. The silence stretched, but finally, he spoke.
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“I gave this to your mother the day I asked her to marry me,” he said, his voice low. “I didn’t have a ring, but I wanted her to know how serious I was. She laughed and said she didn’t need diamonds. But not long after that, she… she ended things.”
“Ended things?” I asked, my brow furrowing. “Why?”
He sighed heavily. “I was going to go abroad to follow my dreams. I asked her to go with me. I didn’t know she was pregnant. If I had…”
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His voice trailed off, thick with regret.
“She never told me that,” I murmured. “She always said she was happy raising me alone. She never talked about you, not even once.”
Jackson looked up, guilt shadowing his face. “I think she wanted to protect you from… me. I didn’t fight for her the way I should have. And when I saw you yesterday, all I could think about was Julia. I was afraid of how she’d react, afraid of failing as a father again.”
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Julia, who had been sitting quietly in the corner, stepped forward.
“You didn’t fail me, Dad,” she said, placing a hand on his shoulder. “And maybe this is a chance to make things right. For all of us.”
I reached into my bag, pulling out an old journal I’d found in the attic.
“I found this,” I said, holding it out to Jackson. “It’s my mom’s diary. I think you should read it.”
His hands trembled slightly as he opened the worn book. “What does it say?”
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I swallowed hard. “She wrote about why she left. She said she loved you, but she was scared. She’d just found out she was pregnant, and she thought… she thought you’d feel trapped. That you’d never follow your dream. I think she let you go because she loved you.”
“She couldn’t have been more wrong. She was my dream,” he whispered.
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The room fell silent, the weight of unspoken years pressing down on all of us. Finally, Jackson looked at me.
“I can’t change the past,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “But if you’ll let me, I’d like to be part of your life now.”
That evening, we sat down for a simple dinner. The food didn’t matter. It was the warmth around the table that I’d been missing for so long. As Julia cracked a joke and Jackson smiled for the first time, I felt something shift inside me. For the first time in my life, I didn’t feel alone. I had found my family.
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