When I was 11, my mom passed away in a tragic beach accident. It was a devastating time for our family, especially for my dad. He was heartbroken, and it took us years to adjust to life without her. My childhood felt incomplete, and though I grew older and tried to move on, there was always a lingering emptiness whenever I thought about her warm smile and gentle voice.
Last month, I traveled to Paris for work. After a long day of meetings, I decided to take a walk through a quiet street near Montmartre. That’s when I saw her — a woman who looked exactly like my mother. My heart raced as I stared in disbelief. It couldn’t be her… yet everything about her, from the way she tucked her hair behind her ear to the familiar twinkle in her eyes, felt so real.
