It wasn’t how I imagined seeing them again.
I was still upstairs at the airport, tucked behind two families and a coffee cart. I had to lean and crane my neck just to catch a glimpse. My heart was racing. Then, through a small gap in the crowd, I saw it—his bag. The one I knew by heart.
And then I saw her—our daughter—walking beside him in a little dress I never thought she’d wear. But she did, for him. She clutched his hand tightly, her eyes looking up at him like they had done it a hundred times before, even though they hadn’t seen each other in nearly a year.
I didn’t know exactly how I felt—was it anger? Relief? Maybe a mixture of both.
Watching them, something shifted in me. I had spent months trying to protect our daughter from missing him too much, from feeling his absence. But it was clear she hadn’t forgotten. That kind of love runs deep.
Jason had been gone for almost a year. Lily was only five, and I worried she might forget the moments they shared. But seeing them now, together again, made me realize just how strong their connection was.
Still, there were questions. Why hadn’t he told me he was coming? Why this unannounced reunion?
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