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For a long moment, no one spoke. Then Mom broke down, sobbing. “Twenty years, and you’re still alive…”
The Past Unfolds
That evening, the three of us sat in silence as my mother slowly revealed the story.
There had been an accident. Nam’s car went off the road, and everyone believed he had died. Mom mourned him for years. Then, when my father entered her life, he helped her heal the wounds she thought would never close.
What she didn’t know was that Nam had survived — but lost his memory. He was taken in by strangers, rebuilt his life, and remembered only fragments: a woman who loved daisies, a promise he couldn’t recall.
And here we were, decades later — brought together again by chance, or maybe fate’s strange sense of irony.
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