My brother lived with his first wife for many years. She was rather materialistic and argumentative, and treated his parents poorly. He put up with her behaviour for a long time, but eventually he reached breaking point and filed for divorce. Later, he married again. His second wife already had a daughter. My brother never had any children himself, either from his first or second marriage. Not long after, his second wife sadly passed away. Her daughter, whom my brother had adopted, got married and moved out.
Deciding he needed a change, my brother set about renovating his house. While clearing out the bookshelves, he found a stack of old documents and decided to check if there might be anything hidden behind them. As he sifted through old papers and books, he discovered a bundle of letters.
A girl had written to her father, telling him how much she loved him, waiting anxiously for his reply, and sharing stories from her school days. He noticed the return address and suddenly everything made sense. Years ago, he had served in a small town and fallen in love there. It turned out that the woman had become pregnant, but he never knewhis first wife had intercepted all the letters and hid the truth from him.
Furious, my brother rang his ex-wife and confronted her. She finally admitted that the girl was indeed his daughter. Fortunately, with the wonders of the internet, his adopted daughter helped him track down his real child.
Just a few days later, my brother received a call from his long-lost daughter. He was at a loss for words, unsure how to explain his years of silence. As it turned out, the girl’s mother had died quite some time before. Overcome with emotion, his daughter wept on the phone and told him she was now married and he even had a granddaughter. They arranged to meet.
When the day came, my brother was moved to tears, thrilled at the chance to finally embrace his own daughter. He could only hope she would understand he was never at fault; if he’d known she existed, he would never have let her go.
