He opened the folder.
“Your daughter has been searching for you for years. Recently, she managed to locate her birth records, but the information your husband provided sent the search in the wrong direction.”
My eyes filled with tears.
“She… she’s alive?”
The doctor smiled.
“Yes.”
“Where is she?”
He remained silent for a moment.
Then he said something I never could have imagined.
“Mrs. Margaret, I’m her husband.”
I couldn’t breathe.
The doctor continued:
“When I saw your name in the hospital system, I initially thought it was just a coincidence. But after comparing the old documents, I contacted my wife.”
He took out his phone and showed me a photograph.
In the picture was a beautiful woman around forty-six years old, with warm brown eyes.
Her eyes looked exactly like mine.
I reached out and touched the screen.
“My little girl…?”
“Yes. Her name is Emily.”
