I was walking home from work, preoccupied with the bills I had to pay. As I turned the corner into the town square, a melody stopped me in my tracks. It was a song I used to sing with my daughter, Lily, before she vanished 17 years ago. A lullaby I made just for her, about flowers and sunlight, something no one else would know.
Hearing that song again, I was flooded with memories of Lily, the warmth and joy she brought into our home. Her disappearance had left an irreplaceable void, and even after all these years, it still hurt. But in that moment, the world seemed to fade away as the song filled the air.
I couldn’t help but move toward the sound, as if drawn by some unseen force. There, across the square, stood a young woman with her eyes closed and a serene smile on her face. Her voice carried the same melody, and everything inside me screamed that I had to get closer.
As I moved closer, I noticed the woman’s features. Dark hair framed her face in soft waves, and her smile was so familiar, it felt like a ghost of the past. It was a smile I’d seen in old photos of Lily, in memories I could never let go of.
For a moment, I was paralyzed with emotion, unsure of what to do. Was this some kind of sign? Or was it just a coincidence? All I knew was that in hearing that song again, something deep inside me had stirred, and I had to find out more.
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