I couldn’t hold back my tears anymore.
I stepped forward and hugged her.
But there was still one question nobody had answered.
“Where is Michael?”
Daniel glanced at his watch.
“He’s waiting downstairs. He said he wouldn’t enter the room until Margaret gave him permission.”
My mother silently nodded.
A few minutes later, a tall, gray-haired man entered.
I barely recognized him.
The young Michael I once knew had become an aging man.
He slowly approached the bed.
He looked at the baby.
And he began to cry.
“She has Emily’s eyes,” he whispered.
My mother carefully handed him the little girl.
Michael held her as if he were afraid she might disappear like a dream.
“For thirty-four years, I thought there was nothing left of Emily.”
He kissed the baby’s forehead.
“And now she’s here.”
I will never forget that moment.
But the greatest surprise was still waiting for me.
