“Mom, that waiter looks just like dad!”
There are moments in life when time seems to stop, when reality twists before our eyes, giving way to bewildering confusion. That evening, my life flipped into something inexplicable.
Months had passed since my husband was taken from us too soon by illness. My son and I had been struggling to reclaim some semblance of normalcy, to bridge that vast emptiness. 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 murmur of other guests, my innocent son shattered the silence in a way that froze my blood. “Mom, that waiter looks just like dad!”
At first, his words didnt fully register. Then, turning slowly, I met the waiters gazea man in his thirties, dressed in a crisp white uniform, smiling as he led us to our table.
And in an instant, everything struck me. His features, his mannerisms, his eyesthere was something deeply familiar. It was as if I were seeing my husband, stepping out from the shadows of the past. But my husband wasnt here. He was gone.
I stood rooted to the spot, unable to move.
What was happening? Who was he? Later, I nearly fainted when I learned 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, unable to make sense of anything. Hed already vanished through the kitchen door, but I caught up just as he was about to enter. He looked at me in surprise, and I had to fight to steady my voice.
“Excuse me but” My words caught 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 mixed up with someone else.”
“Mom, that waiter looks just like dad!” The mother turned and frozebut her husband was dead.
But the truth was, his father had been close friends with my husband. Hed always heard stories about him, even after his death.”
I was speechless, staring at this mana mirror of the past. He explained he was the son of my husbands former colleague, that theyd worked together for years but lost touch after the tragedy.
This waiter, this stranger, was the son of a man whod known my husband welland who, in some inexplicable way, seemed to carry his spirit. Fate had placed him right in front of me, like an echo from the past.
