After my shift, I followed the directions. The house was rundown and neglected but strangely familiar, like a place from a dream I couldn’t fully recall. Inside, I discovered a box filled with old photographs — pictures of me as a little girl, laughing in a sunlit yard, hugging a puppy that looked just like Blue.
A second letter explained everything: this was my childhood home. After my parents passed when I was eight, I had been sent away to live with relatives, and the trauma had wiped those early memories from my mind. But Blue — the dog I hadn’t even realized I’d lost — had been waiting for me all this time, hoping I’d come back.
Tucked in the box was my mother’s journal. Reading her words filled in the missing pieces of my past — stories of love, loss, and hope. Blue wasn’t just a stray dog; he was the key to my forgotten history, the living reminder of a family and a childhood I thought I’d lost forever.
That day, I didn’t just find a dog. I found a lost part of myself — a bridge to healing and a second chance to embrace the life I had forgotten.
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