Sarah grew up believing her father had died before she was born. Her mother, Lisa, never spoke much about him, only saying he was gone and it was too painful to discuss. For years, Sarah accepted this, never questioning the story.
But everything changed on her 18th birthday. While sorting through old boxes in the attic, she found a dusty envelope containing letters—letters addressed to her. The handwriting was unfamiliar, but the name signed at the bottom made her heart race. It was from her father.
Confused and trembling, she read through them. Her father hadn’t died—he had been alive all these years, writing to her, longing to be in her life. But her mother had hidden the letters, never telling her the truth.
Heart pounding, Sarah confronted Lisa. At first, her mother denied everything, but finally, through tears, she admitted it. Her father hadn’t died—he had left after a painful breakup. Lisa had been so hurt that she decided it was easier to tell Sarah he was gone rather than explain the truth.
Devastated, Sarah searched for him. After weeks of digging, she found an old address. Nervous but determined, she sent a letter. Days later, her phone rang. A familiar yet unknown voice spoke her name.
Tears streamed down her face. “Dad?”
On the other end, silence—then a sob. “Sarah, is it really you?”
Her world had changed forever.
