Fueled by a mix of fear and hope, Daniel returned to the market the next day. But Margaret was gone. He asked vendors, bystanders, anyone who might have seen her—but she had vanished.
Days turned into weeks. He searched shelters, soup kitchens, and every place she might have gone, guilt eating at him. He hadn’t just ignored a stranger—he had rejected his own mother. Each day without her was a day weighed down by the fear that he might have lost her forever.
Then, one chilly morning, a letter arrived at his office. The handwriting was shaky but unmistakable.
“Dear Daniel,” it began. “I never stopped looking for you. I’m sorry for everything you endured. Please forgive me.”
It was unsigned, but Daniel knew. The words ignited a renewed determination within him. He would find her, apologize, and rebuild the bond they had lost. This journey wasn’t just about redemption—it was about reclaiming the family that had always lived in his heart, waiting to be reunited.
