One stormy night, my dog Lucky kept pacing by the door. Curious, I followed him and found a young girl shivering

at a nearby bus stop. She looked lost and didn’t say much, but I invited her in—offering warm food, dry clothes, and a bed.

Over tea, I learned her name was Anna. She was quiet, but something in her eyes told me she had suffered.

As I collected her wet clothes, a heart-shaped locket fell from her jacket. I hadn’t seen it in twelve years.

Inside were two photos—me and my husband, Tom, who disappeared long ago with our daughter, Emily.

Shaken, I asked Anna where she got the locket. Her soft reply: “It was my dad’s. He told me to find you.”

Then came the words that changed everything: “He said you’re my mom.”

In an instant, I knew. The girl I welcomed in from the rain was my daughter. After years apart,

fate brought her back to me. That stormy night, I found what I thought I’d lost forever—my child, and the light of hope.