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“Who is his father?” I repeated. The woman wiped her tears. “His father is my son. His name is Daniel.” I froze. Daniel. The same name I had found in Elena’s hospital bag ten years earlier. I looked at Alex. “Grandma, does that mean my father is alive?” he asked. Maria nodded. “Yes, sweetheart. He is alive.” Alex's eyes filled with tears. “Then why has he never come to see me?” Maria knelt before him. “I'm sorry, child. Our family made a terrible mistake.” She explained that Daniel and Elena had fallen deeply in love. When Elena became pregnant, Daniel's wealthy family strongly opposed the relationship. They sent him abroad, promising to handle everything. Daniel believed Elena had moved on. Elena, meanwhile, waited for him until the day she died. Suddenly, Maria pointed towards the cemetery entrance. “He is here.” I turned around. A man was walking towards us, crying. When he reached Alex, he slowly knelt. “Alex…” The boy stared at him. “Are you my daddy?” Daniel broke down. “Yes, son. I am your father.” Alex looked at him and asked something that shattered everyone. “Daddy, why didn't you come when Mummy died?” Daniel covered his face. “I'm sorry, my son. I didn't know. I swear I didn't know.” “Did you love my mummy?” “With all my heart.” “Then why didn't you stay with us?” Daniel couldn't answer. He simply hugged his son and cried. Alex gently touched his face. “Please don't cry, Daddy. Grandma says Mummy wanted me to be happy.” I stood watching them, remembering my daughter’s final days. Then I took out her old notebook. “Daniel, before Elena died, she wrote something. I think you deserve to hear it.” I read: “If anything happens to me, please tell my baby that his father was the only person I ever wanted to hold us both at the same time. I wasn't afraid of becoming a mother. I was only afraid of raising my child without the man I loved.” Daniel collapsed beside her grave. He kept repeating, “I'm sorry, Elena. I'm sorry.” Alex then placed his handmade birthday card on his mother's grave. It read: “Happy birthday, Mummy. I am ten years old now. I have found Daddy. I wish you were here so we could all go home together. I love you.” Nobody could hold back their tears. That evening, Daniel visited our home and looked at Elena's photographs. He touched one and whispered, “I promised I would come back.” I wanted to forgive him, but how do you forgive someone for missing ten years of a child's life? That night, Alex held my hand and asked: “Grandma, does Mummy know that Daddy has found me?” I kissed his forehead. “I believe she knows, sweetheart.” He smiled. “Tomorrow, can we take Daddy to visit her again?” I nodded. After he fell asleep, I entered Elena's bedroom, held her pillow and cried. “Your son has found his father, my baby. But I still haven't found a way to live without you.” Some people return home, but they can never bring back the people they left behind. follow me for next part 〽️
“Who is his father?” I repeated. The woman wiped her tears. “His father is my son. His name is Daniel.” I froze. Daniel. The same name I had found in Elena’s hospital bag ten years earlier. I looked at Alex. “Grandma, does that mean my father is alive?” he asked. Maria nodded. “Yes, sweetheart. He is alive.” Alex's eyes filled with tears. “Then why has he never come to see me?” Maria knelt before him. “I'm sorry, child. Our family made a terrible mistake.” She explained that Daniel and Elena had fallen deeply in love. When Elena became pregnant, Daniel's wealthy family strongly opposed the relationship. They sent him abroad, promising to handle everything. Daniel believed Elena had moved on. Elena, meanwhile, waited for him until the day she died. Suddenly, Maria pointed towards the cemetery entrance. “He is here.” I turned around. A man was walking towards us, crying. When he reached Alex, he slowly knelt. “Alex…” The boy stared at him. “Are you my daddy?” Daniel broke down. “Yes, son. I am your father.” Alex looked at him and asked something that shattered everyone. “Daddy, why didn't you come when Mummy died?” Daniel covered his face. “I'm sorry, my son. I didn't know. I swear I didn't know.” “Did you love my mummy?” “With all my heart.” “Then why didn't you stay with us?” Daniel couldn't answer. He simply hugged his son and cried. Alex gently touched his face. “Please don't cry, Daddy. Grandma says Mummy wanted me to be happy.” I stood watching them, remembering my daughter’s final days. Then I took out her old notebook. “Daniel, before Elena died, she wrote something. I think you deserve to hear it.” I read: “If anything happens to me, please tell my baby that his father was the only person I ever wanted to hold us both at the same time. I wasn't afraid of becoming a mother. I was only afraid of raising my child without the man I loved.” Daniel collapsed beside her grave. He kept repeating, “I'm sorry, Elena. I'm sorry.” Alex then placed his handmade birthday card on his mother's grave. It read: “Happy birthday, Mummy. I am ten years old now. I have found Daddy. I wish you were here so we could all go home together. I love you.” Nobody could hold back their tears. That evening, Daniel visited our home and looked at Elena's photographs. He touched one and whispered, “I promised I would come back.” I wanted to forgive him, but how do you forgive someone for missing ten years of a child's life? That night, Alex held my hand and asked: “Grandma, does Mummy know that Daddy has found me?” I kissed his forehead. “I believe she knows, sweetheart.” He smiled. “Tomorrow, can we take Daddy to visit her again?” I nodded. After he fell asleep, I entered Elena's bedroom, held her pillow and cried. “Your son has found his father, my baby. But I still haven't found a way to live without you.” Some people return home, but they can never bring back the people they left behind. follow me for next part 〽️
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