One day on my way home from work, thinking about bills, I heard a familiar song—a lullaby I’d made up for my daughter, Lily, who disappeared 17 years ago. No one else would know it, yet here it was, sung by a young woman across the square.
She had Lily’s dimple, her smile, and something about her felt unmistakable. I approached her, my heart racing. She mentioned the song was her only memory of her birth parents, stirring feelings in me I’d thought I’d buried.
We talked over coffee. She explained her adoptive parents told her she’d lost her birth family in an accident, but she’d always felt something was missing. When she told me her name was Suzy but thought it might be Lily, my heart nearly stopped.
I told her about my missing daughter, my wife Cynthia, and Lily’s face lit up with recognition. Tears flowed as we realized she was our Lily, long lost but somehow, miraculously, found.
Bringing her home, I introduced her to Cynthia. They embraced, years of longing melting away in tears and joy.
In the following days, we did a DNA test, which confirmed what we already felt. Lily moved in with us, and our home filled with the laughter and stories we’d missed. A simple lullaby had reunited our family, reminding us that life sometimes brings back what we thought was lost forever.
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