My mom always said my dad died in a car crash when I was a baby, a story I believed for 16 years. Then a stranger appeared, called me by name, and accused her of hiding him. He was my dad, alive, and his truth reshaped my understanding of love and trust.
I’m Lily, raised by my mom, Susan, who spoke of my dad’s death with pain. “It’s just us,” she’d say, comforting me. At five, David, a wealthy businessman, married Mom, offering stability but not affection. He was kind but distant, never a father figure. I yearned for the dad I thought I’d lost, feeling out of place in David’s world.
Days after my 16th birthday, I was doing homework when the doorbell rang. Mom and David were whispering heatedly. I opened the door to a rugged man, his eyes locking on mine. “Lily,” he said softly. When Mom appeared, he pointed, shouting, “You lied, Susan!” Her mug shattered, her face drained. David demanded, “Who is this?” The man—my dad, Tom—stepped inside, shaking.
“I lost my memory for 15 years,” Tom said, tears streaming. “I remembered your voice, Susan, our dreams.” He looked at me. “I’m your father, Lily.” I trembled, asking Mom if it was true. She admitted Tom’s accident made recovery unlikely, so she chose David for our security. David roared, “You deceived me!” I cried, “You hid my dad?”
Mom said it was for my future, but Tom knew my name meant “purity,” a detail she’d kept from me. David planned to divorce her. Tom asked for a hug, and I nodded, feeling his warmth. David’s debts cost them the house, and Mom’s lies lost my trust. I moved with Tom, learning about his construction business, built after regaining his memory.
Mom’s justifications failed, especially when she tried deleting Tom’s contact. At 17, I moved to Tom’s hometown, rebuilding my life. He taught me practical skills, boosting my confidence. At graduation, he filmed, crying. Mom didn’t attend. He gave me a compass necklace, symbolizing home. Now, at 23, I’m marrying a man who values my strength, with Tom walking me down the aisle. Mom reached out, but I’m focused on trust.
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