“Why are you acting this way?” he asked carefully. “Be free with me, ma’ams. You’re my relative... right?”“Yes, sir,” I said quickly.“No, sir,” Gloria cut in at the same time.The man looked at both of us, visibly confused.Realizing the mismatch that we’d given conflicting answers, I quickly echoed her,“No, sir,”But then Gloria reversed course and echoed mine,“Yes, sir,” almost at the same time.We both turned to look at each other, thrown off. Confused. I'm a little embarrassed. Then glanced back at the man, whose expression said it all:What is going on here?He leaned back slowly in his chair, arms crossed, just... watching.After a long pause, Gloria pointed at me and said, “She’s looking for her lost son too.”I whispered harshly, my face scrunched. “Gloria…”But she kept going.“Her son went missing many years ago,” she said gently.“To cut the story short, we’ve held onto hope… believing that someday, a miracle would knock at our door. And learning your story—Hearing what
It was late.Nathan had tried calling Lillian several times since getting back from work.Earlier, Samantha had mentioned where her mother had gone, but neither of them realized she’d left without her phone.It still sat untouched on the chair where she had sat before she left.Silent. Unmoving.The screen lit up with each call, vibrating softly, unanswered.No ringtone. No response.Nathan grew more restless with every failed attempt, pacing the room, worry slowly tightening its grip.Both father and daughter waited, not just with worry, but also with curiosity. Hope. Doubt.Then—a knock.Samantha was the first to move. She rushed to the door, her heart jumping ahead of her body.“Mum!” she called out as she flung it open, and there stood Lillian, tired, pale, her bag slung over one shoulder. Samantha wrapped her arms around her, clutching tightly.Nathan appeared in the hallway corner. “Welcome, dear,” he said quietly.Lillian managed a small smile—cool, controlled, hollow.Her step
Lillian’s brows furrowed deeply as she stared at Gloria. “Are you sure of what you're saying?” she asked, voice low, disbelief heavy in every syllable.Gloria blinked. “Ah-ah, Lillian, don’t tell me you’re doubting me, oh.”“I’m not doubting you,” Lillian replied slowly, “I’m just… struggling to make sense of this.You said a stranger came to town.A boy.How does that connect to me?To my family?”Gloria planted her feet and exhaled sharply.“Why are you acting as if the disappearance of your son no longer means anything to you? I don’t understand this reaction.I expected you to leap up! To grab my hand and beg me to take you to him immediately. But look at you… You’re behaving like a doubting Thomas.”Lillian’s shoulders tensed. Her eyes dropped to the ground, then back to Gloria’s face.“No, na,” she said carefully. “You shouldn’t expect me just to jump up and call attention to the world that my son is back, without solid proof.“Are you coming or not?” Gloria asked, her voice tig
Samantha was discharged that evening, her body still aching but her spirit heavier than any painkiller could numb.As they stepped into the house, she let out a deep sigh. “It’s good to be home,” she murmured. “No place like home.”But the words felt hollow.Because even in the comfort of familiar walls, the sting of those nurses’ comments still clung to her skin like cold air. Their judgment echoed in her mind—about her generation, about their obsession with phones, about their disconnection from the real world.And worst of all… it wasn’t just noise.There was truth buried in it.I could’ve lost my life, she thought, eyes fixed on the floor. All because I couldn’t look up for one second. I could have waited until I got to school...Now, in her silence, she carried a new label—one of them. Another young person who let the world pass by while staring into a screen.She lowered herself into the parlor chair, her movements slow, her thoughts heavier still.“Yes, we’re finally home,” Glo
The doctor and the nurses quietly gathered their clipboards, files, and equipment, their movements purposeful but gentle. One by one, they stepped out of the room, letting the door close softly behind them.But just before leaving, the doctor turned and said, “Sir, could you please come with me to my office?”Nathan stood without hesitation and followed the doctor down the corridor. Once seated in the small, warmly lit office, the doctor leaned forward, removing his glasses and rubbing the bridge of his nose.“Your daughter,” he began, voice calm but serious, “is incredibly lucky.”Nathan swallowed, listening intently.“The speed of the car… if it had hit her directly, I doubt she’d be here now. I believe the driver made a last-second attempt to slow down—he must’ve done everything he could. And even though he took off after dropping her here, I think it was fear. He probably thought she was dead… but she wasn’t. She fainted from shock. So, apart from the little scratches on her body
Samantha slowly opened her eyes.The ceiling above her was bright and plain.Machines nearby made soft humming sounds.The air smelled clean, but sharp, like medicine.Her head felt sore.For a moment, she didn’t know where she was.Then she turned her head.Her mother was sitting right beside her, holding Samantha’s hand tightly, like she was afraid to let go.Her father stood next to them, quiet, tense, his eyes fixed on Samantha’s face.The worry in their eyes made Samantha’s heart ache more than anything her body felt.As soon as they saw her awake, her mother let out a breath of relief.“Thank God,” she whispered, brushing a hand over Samantha’s forehead. “You’re awake.”A knock at the door broke the moment. The doctor and two nurses walk in. He gave her a warm, professional smile.“Good morning, Samantha,” the doctor said as the nurses adjusted her IV. “How are you feeling?”Samantha opened her mouth, but her voice was weak, barely more than a breath. “I’m… fine.”“You’re lucky