After losing my wife Emily in a plane crash, I learned to live with regret. I spent 23 years mourning my lost love, only to discover that fate had left me one more meeting with her and a jolting truth I’d never dreamed of.
I stood at Emily’s grave, my fingers tracing the cold marble headstone. Twenty-three years, and the pain still felt fresh. The roses I’d brought were bright against the gray stone, like drops of blood on snow.
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“I’m sorry, Em,” I whispered, the words catching in my throat. “I should have listened.”
My phone buzzed, pulling me from my thoughts. I almost ignored it, but habit made me check the screen.
“Abraham?” my business partner James’s voice crackled through the speaker. “Sorry to bother you on your cemetery visit day.”
“It’s fine.” I cleared my throat, trying to sound normal. “What’s up?”
“Our new hire from Germany lands in a few hours. Could you pick her up? I’m stuck in meetings all afternoon.”
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I glanced at Emily’s headstone one last time. “Sure, I can do that.”
“Thanks, buddy. Her name’s Elsa. Flight lands at 2:30.”
“Text me the flight details. I’ll be there.”
The arrivals hall buzzed with activity as I held up my hastily made sign reading “ELSA.”
A young woman with honey-blonde hair caught my eye and walked over, pulling her suitcase. Something about her movement and the way she carried herself made my heart skip a beat.
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“Sir?” Her accent was slight but noticeable. “I’m Elsa.”
“Welcome to Chicago, Elsa. Please, call me Abraham.”
“Abraham.” She smiled, and for a moment, I felt dizzy. That smile reminded me so much of something I couldn’t quite pinpoint.
“Shall we get your luggage?” I asked quickly, pushing the thought away.
On the drive to the office, she spoke about her move from Munich and her excitement about the new job. There was something familiar about her laugh and the way her eyes crinkled at the corners.
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“I hope you don’t mind,” I said, “but the team usually does lunch together on Thursdays. Would you like to join us?”
“That would be wonderful! In Germany, we say ‘Lunch makes half the work.'”
I laughed. “We say something similar here… ‘Time flies when you’re having lunch!'”
“That’s terrible!” She giggled. “I love it.”
At lunch, Elsa had everyone in stitches with her stories. Her sense of humor matched mine perfectly — dry, slightly dark, with perfect timing. It was uncanny.
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“You know,” Mark from accounting said, “you two could be related. Same weird jokes.”
I laughed it off. “She’s young enough to be my daughter. Besides, my wife and I never had children.”
The words tasted bitter in my mouth. Emily and I had wanted children so badly.
Over the next few months, Elsa proved herself invaluable at work. She had my eye for detail and determination. Sometimes, watching her work reminded me so much of my late wife that my chest would tighten.
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“Abraham?” Elsa knocked on my office door one afternoon. “My mother’s visiting from Germany next week. Would you like to join us for dinner? She’s dying to meet my new American family. I mean, my boss!”
I smiled at her choice of words. “I’d be honored.”
The restaurant the following weekend was quiet and elegant. Elsa’s mother, Elke, was studying me with an intensity that made me uncomfortable. When Elsa excused herself to the restroom, Elke’s hand shot out, gripping my shoulder with surprising strength.
“Don’t you dare look at my daughter that way,” she hissed.
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I jerked back. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me. I know everything about you, Abraham. Everything.”
“I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”
“Let me tell you a story,” she interrupted, her voice dropping to a whisper. Her eyes held mine, and suddenly I couldn’t look away. “A story about love, betrayal, and second chances.”
Elke leaned forward, her fingers wrapped around her wine glass. “Once, there was a woman who loved her husband more than life itself. They were young, passionate, and full of dreams.”
“I don’t see what this has to do with—”
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“Listen,” she commanded softly. “This woman wanted to give her husband something special. You see, there was an old friend… someone who’d had a falling out with her husband years ago. She thought, ‘What better gift than to heal old wounds?’“
My heart began to pound as Elke continued.
“She reached out to this friend, Patrick. Remember that name, Abraham? They met in secret, planning a surprise reconciliation for her husband’s birthday.”
The room seemed to spin. “How do you know about Patrick?”
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She continued as if I hadn’t spoken. “Then, just before the birthday celebration, she discovered something wonderful. She was pregnant. For a brief moment, everything was perfect. A baby, a reconciled friendship, a complete family… Just perfect.”
Her voice cracked. “But then came the photographs. Her husband’s sister, always so protective and jealous, brought them to him. Pictures of his wife walking with Patrick, talking, laughing, their secret meetings at the park. Everything. And instead of asking, instead of trusting the woman he claimed to love, he just—”
“Stop!” I whispered.
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“He threw her out,” Elke continued. “Wouldn’t take her calls. Wouldn’t let her explain that she’d been planning his birthday surprise, that Patrick had agreed to come to the party, to make peace after all these years.”
Tears were running down her face now. “She tried to end it all. She wanted to just run away somewhere where nobody knew her. But her employer found her and got her help. Arranged for her to leave the country and start fresh. But the plane—”
“The plane crashed,” I finished, my voice hollow.
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“Yes. The plane crashed. She was found with another passenger’s ID — a woman named Elke who hadn’t survived. Her face was unrecognizable. Required multiple surgeries to reconstruct. And all the while, she carried a child. Your child, Abraham.”
“EMILY?” The name came out as a broken whisper. “You’re ali—”
“ALIVE!” She nodded slowly, and I saw it then. Those eyes… beneath the different face, the changed features. Those same eyes I’d fallen in love with 25 years ago.
“And Elsa?”
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“Is your daughter.” She took a shaky breath. “When she told me about her wonderful new boss in Chicago and showed me your picture, I knew I had to come. I was afraid…”
“Afraid of what?”
“That history might repeat itself. That you might fall for her, not knowing who she was. The universe has a cruel sense of humor sometimes.”
I sat back, stunned. “All these months… the similar sense of humor, the familiar gestures. Jesus Christ! I was working alongside my own daughter?”
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“She has so much of you in her,” Emily said softly. “Your determination, your creativity. Even that terrible pun habit of yours.”
Elsa returned to find us both silent, tears streaming down my face. Emily took her hand.
“Sweetheart, we need to talk outside. There’s something you need to know. Come with me.”
They were gone for what felt like hours. I sat there, memories flooding back — Emily’s smile the day we met, our first dance, and the last terrible fight. Memories crashed over me like a boulder, and my head started to ache.
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When they returned, Elsa’s face was pale, her eyes red-rimmed. She stood there, staring at me like she was seeing a ghost.
“DAD?”
I nodded, unable to speak. She crossed the distance between us in three steps and threw her arms around my neck. I held her tight, breathing in the scent of her hair, feeling 23 years of loss and love crash over me at once.
“I always wondered,” she whispered against my shoulder. “Mom never talked about you, but I always felt like something was missing.”
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The weeks that followed were a blur of long conversations, shared memories, and tentative steps forward. Emily and I met for coffee, trying to bridge the gulf of years between us.
“I don’t expect things to go back to how they were,” she said one afternoon, watching Elsa through the café window as she parked her car. “Too much time has passed. But maybe we can build something new… for her sake.”
I watched my daughter — God, my daughter — walk toward us, her smile brightening the room. “I was so wrong, Emily. About everything,” I turned to my wife.
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“We both made mistakes,” she said softly. “But look what we made first.” She nodded toward Elsa, who was now arguing playfully with the barista about the proper way to make a cappuccino.
One evening, as we sat in my backyard watching the sunset, Emily finally told me about the crash. Her voice trembled as she recounted those terrifying moments.
“The plane went down over the lake,” she said, her fingers tightening around her tea cup. “I was one of 12 survivors. When they pulled me from the water, I was barely conscious, clutching a woman named Elke’s passport. We’d been seated together, talking about our pregnancies. She was pregnant too. But she didn’t make it.”
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Emily’s eyes grew distant. “The doctors said it was a miracle both the baby and I survived. Third-degree burns covered most of my face and upper body. During the months of reconstructive surgery, I kept thinking about you, about how fate had given me a new face and a new chance. But I was scared, Abraham. Scared you wouldn’t believe me. Scared you’d reject us again.”
“I would have known you,” I whispered. “Somehow, I would have known.”
She smiled sadly. “Would you? You worked with our daughter for months without recognizing her.”
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The truth of her words stabbed me. I thought about all the little moments over the years: the dreams where Emily was trying to tell me something, the strange sense of familiarity when I met Elsa, and the way my heart seemed to recognize what my mind couldn’t grasp.
“When I was strong enough,” Emily continued, “Elke’s family in Munich took me in. They’d lost their daughter, and I’d lost everything. We helped each other heal. They became Elsa’s family too. They knew my story and kept my secret. It wasn’t just my choice to make anymore.”
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I left that conversation with a new understanding of the woman I’d thought I knew.
And while our relationship would never be perfect, I knew that sometimes the truth about people isn’t as clear as we think. Sometimes it takes 23 years, a twist of fate, and a daughter’s laugh to help us see what was there all along.
Finally, I understood something: Love isn’t about perfect endings.It’s about second chances and finding the courage to rebuild from the ashes of what was lost. And sometimes, if you’re very lucky, those ashes give birth to something even more beautiful than what came before.
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Bride Doesn’t Want Her Dad in Wheelchair to Walk Her Down the Aisle until She Sees Him on TV — Story of the Day
A woman doesn’t want her father to walk her down the aisle because she is embarrassed by his wheelchair. However, when she sees him on TV a few days before the wedding, she regrets her decision and changes her mind.
When Lisa Terrell’s mother died when she was just two years old, her father, Edward, took up her care. Caroline Terrell had died in a terrible hurricane that hit their town years ago, demolishing their home and leaving Edward in a wheelchair due to a severe injury.
Nonetheless, nothing could stop Edward from raising Lisa with love and giving her the finest of everything. He was a well-known journalist and began working remotely following his injury to provide for them.
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However, most people in Lisa’s life were unaware she had a father until he paid her a surprise visit at her school one day.
Lisa had always told her friends that her father was too busy to spend time with her, which is why he never attended school functions or parent meetings. However, the reality was that the invitations never made it to Edward since Lisa was embarrassed by him and didn’t want her friends to see him.
She adored him as a youngster, but as she grew up, the image of her father in a wheelchair mortified her and wrecked her relationship with him.
She was confused as she looked at the television and noticed her father sitting alongside the host.
Still, Edward never reneged on his duties. He was always there for his daughter and saved enough money to send her to a top university.
On the other hand, Lisa did not want him by his side. In fact, when she met her boyfriend, Harrison, at university, and they decided to marry after graduation, she didn’t want Edward to be there for the wedding.
As a result, she freaked out when Harrison asked her to invite Edward to dinner at his parents’ place. His parents were wealthy and of the upper crust. What would they think if they saw an elderly man in their home in a wheelchair? Lisa was ashamed by the very thought of it.
However, based on Harrison’s enthusiasm in inviting Edward to dinner, Lisa realized she didn’t have an out this time. So she had to fake a grin and say she’d ask Edward if he was free.
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When Lisa told Edward about the invitation to dinner, he was more than just free. He was overjoyed for Lisa for finding someone who adored her.
On the night of the dinner, he dressed nicely in a suit and Harrison’s family received him warmly. The young man’s parents were impressed that Edward had reared a daughter on his own. Besides, Edward had a wonderful sense of humor, and everyone had a great time at the dinner. Everyone except Lisa, whose cheeks were flushed crimson with shame the entire time since the man in a wheelchair was her father…
A few weeks before the wedding, Lisa made up her mind. She confronted Edward one night over dinner and notified him that he would not be on the wedding guest list.
“Dad, I wanted to talk to you about the wedding,” she began, glancing at her plate and moving her fork around the spaghetti.
“Yes? What exactly is it, honey?” Edward inquired. “Is there something bugging you about the wedding, the expenses? If that’s the case, I have some bonds that we could use. After all, I did keep it for you…”
“No, dad! It’s just that,” Lisa paused for a moment, “Harrison and I intend to hold the wedding here in New York, but the problem is that we’re having it at one of the city’s largest hotels, and… I just thought it would be best if you didn’t attend the event. You know, there would be way too many guests!”
Edward’s smile vanished as he stared at Lisa, speechless. “I – I don’t understand…What’s the problem?”
Lisa sighed and fixed her gaze on him. “Look, Dad, it’s just that… The guests will be exclusive, and they’re all businessmen and high-class people. Imagine a man in a wheelchair walking his daughter down the aisle in front of them… I don’t know…It’s just weird.”
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“A man in a wheelchair is weird?” Edward’s eyes welled up. He couldn’t believe Lisa was indirectly cutting him off the wedding guest list. But he grasped the cue and forced a grin, hiding his tears from her.
“Is that it? Oh, you’re right! After all, this old age is catching up with me,” he said, faking a laugh. “I may not be able to handle such a large gathering. It’s ok – it’s ok!”
“Thanks for understanding, dad,” Lisa said bluntly and went away to her room. Before dissing Edward, she didn’t think twice about all the years of love and care he’d given her, but eventually, she regretted it.
A few days later, she was watching a show titled “American Heroes” on TV when the emcee announced Edward’s name. She was confused as she looked at the television and noticed her father sitting alongside the host.
Soon after, the camera focused on a screen that displayed images of Edward in a wheelchair and the hurricane that had hit their town years before. He turned out to be one of the brave journalists who had managed to save his family and help his neighbors throughout the disaster.
Edward had a solemn expression as he narrated the whole story of how he’d managed to help people, especially his family.
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“I will never forget that day. It was terrible… we lost practically everything,” he explained. “My wife died in the accident, and my daughter was just two years old at the time. As the debris surrounding us fell, I noticed my daughter standing right there…underneath that spot where it was falling.
“I went to save her and took her into my arms, but as I ran, a large section of the ceiling cracked and crashed on my back, causing a spine injury that prevented me from walking again.”
Lisa’s jaw sank to the floor, and her tears welled up when she heard that. “Dad saved me?” she was shocked.
“It was hard for me,” Edward continued. “But you know, you can’t really avoid your fate. So I gathered courage, knowing I just couldn’t give up in life, especially because I know I had a daughter who was now reliant on her father.”
Lisa was utterly embarrassed about herself at this point. She cried after Edward’s interview, cursing herself for being a terrible daughter, and decided to make it up to him.
So on her wedding day, she did walk down the aisle with Edward, but before the wedding ceremony began, she needed to tell the guests something VERY important…
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As she took the microphone near the altar, she approached Edward, who was sitting among the guests, fell on her knees, and hugged him. “I know this is one of the most important days of my life, and I’ve been waiting for it for so long!” she cried, holding his hands in hers. “But none of this would have been possible if my father had not been by my side.”
“Ever since mom passed away, I never saw dad saying even once how hard it was for him to raise me alone. He did have hard days, but he never showed me the slightest hint of it. But what did I do? I was about to remove him from the wedding list because I was embarrassed about him being in a wheelchair. Yes, that’s right!”
“If only I had known that dad is in a wheelchair because he injured his back while saving me, I’d have never ever done that. I have been horrible to the man who loves me the most!”
“So I’d like to apologize to him in front of everyone today. I apologize for being the worst daughter to you, dad,” she said, facing him. “You can hate me for the rest of my life. I am sorry.”
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Edward wasn’t expecting Lisa to own her mistake publicly. He was surprised but at the same time overcome with emotions at seeing his daughter realize her error, so he forgave her.
“Oh, come here,” he cried, embracing her. “Everyone makes mistakes,” he said. “But if you recognize them and work to fix them, you should be forgiven.”
Everyone was moved to tears and applauded the heartwarming reunion.
What can we learn from this story?
- Love and respect your parents because they go above and beyond for you. Liza realized this when she heard her father’s story on TV and apologized to him for being rude.
- Everyone makes mistakes, and if they realize it, they should be forgiven. Edward forgave her daughter when he saw she felt guilty for what she’d done.
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