Christmas Eve had always been heavy for me, a reminder of what I’d lost. Exhausted after my ER shift, I dozed off in the back seat of a cab. But when I woke, I wasn’t home—I was in an abandoned garage.
A stranger stepped forward, claiming to be my father, someone I never knew. Jeremy, my boyfriend, appeared and revealed he had been searching for my father for years, hoping to heal the void Christmas always brought me.
My father explained he hadn’t known I existed, his regret palpable. Torn between anger and longing, I decided to give him a chance.
For the first time, Christmas wasn’t just an ache but the beginning of a new chapter—a connection and a family I never thought possible.
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