On my way home on a cool October day, I saw Evie, a young girl, crying next to her broken-down bike in the middle of the road.
The sound of a car scared me, so I ran over and pulled her to safety just as the car went by quickly. She told me she had been trying to find her mom. Once she was calm, she took me to the house her grandma owned.
When we got there, her grandma Vivienne was so happy to see us and made us feel very welcome. I saw a framed picture of a man who looked exactly like me while I was waiting.
She told me it was her brother Henry, who had been missing for fifty years. She suggested that we get a DNA test to see how much we look alike.
The test findings proved that Henry was my father, putting me in touch with a family I had never met. After that day, I became an important part of Vivienne and Evie’s lives. I’m thankful that a chance meeting brought me home.
