“TO DAD”

When I lost my wife, my world fell apart. Sarah was my light, my everything. And when she was gone… all I saw was darkness. I shut everyone out—family, friends, everything. I didn’t know how to function without her. Even getting out of bed felt impossible.

That day, I was grabbing the mail, sorting through bills and junk like usual, when I noticed a crumpled envelope. The handwriting on the front was uneven, almost childlike.

**”TO DAD.”**

I froze. My hands trembled. **Sarah and I never had kids.**

Heart pounding, I ripped the envelope open.

Inside was a single sheet of paper, the ink smudged in places, as if someone had cried while writing it.

**”Dear Dad,
You don’t know me, but I know you. My mom told me about you. About how kind you are. How you love so deeply that when you lost her, you lost yourself too. I know because she was my mom, too.**

Her name was **Sarah.**”**

My breath hitched. The world blurred. I gripped the counter to steady myself.

I kept reading.

**”She never told you about me. She wanted to, but she was scared. She had me before she met you. She thought if you knew, maybe you wouldn’t love her the same. But she loved you. More than anything.

I’m sorry I never got to meet you. I wanted to. I used to dream about it. But I was afraid. I didn’t think you’d want me.

But now… now you don’t have her, and I don’t either.

Maybe… maybe we don’t have to be alone anymore?

Love,
Emma”**

I sank to the floor, gripping the letter to my chest, sobbing harder than I had in years.

Sarah… had a daughter. A daughter she never told me about.

And now, she was reaching out to **me.**

For the first time since Sarah died, I felt something other than grief.

I felt **hope.**