“Mom, that waiter looks just like Dad!”
There are moments in life when time seems to freeze, when reality bends before our eyes, giving way to a strange confusion. That evening, my life flipped into something inexplicable.
It had been months since my husband passed, taken too soon by illness. My son and I were doing our best to rebuild some sense of normalcy, to fill the immense void. We decided to go out for dinner together, to relax, laugh, and reconnect.
Sitting in the restaurant, surrounded by the aroma of delicious food and the hushed chatter of other diners, my innocent son shattered the silence in a way that made my blood run cold. “Mom, that waiter looks just likeDad!”
At first, I didnt fully grasp his words. Then, slowly turning my head, I met the waiters gaze. A man around thirty, impeccably dressed in white, smiled as he led us to our table.
And in an instant, it became clear. His features, his mannerisms, his eyesthere was something hauntingly familiar. It was like seeing my husband again, as if he had stepped from the shadows of the past. But my husband wasnt here. He was gone.
I stood frozen, unable to move.
What was happening? Who was he? Later, I nearly fainted when I discovered the truth.
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“Mom, that waiter looks just like Dad!” The mother turned and frozebut her husband was dead.
I rushed toward the waiter, my heart pounding, desperate to understand. He had already disappeared through the kitchen doors, but I caught him just before he entered. He looked at me, surprised, and I fought to keep my voice steady.
“Sorry but” I hesitated, the words catching in my throat. “You look so much like my husband.”
He gave a small, awkward smile. “Im sorry, I didnt mean to upset you.”
Pausing, he softened his tone. “I understand You must have me confused with someone else.
“Mom, that waiter looks just like Dad!” The mother turned and frozebut her husband was dead.
But actually, my father was a close friend of your husbands. Ive heard so much about him, even after his passing.”
I was speechless, staring at this man who seemed like a reflection of the past. He explained that he was the son of my husbands former colleague, that they had worked together for years but lost touch after tragedy struck.
This waiter, this stranger, was the son of a man who had known my husband welland who, in some inexplicable way, carried his spirit. Fate had placed him right before me, an echo from another time.
