I was walking home from work one day, thinking about the bills I had to pay that evening. But as I turned the corner onto the town square street, a familiar melody suddenly reached my ears and stopped me in my tracks.
It was the song I used to sing with my daughter Lily before she disappeared from our lives 17 years ago.
It was a song I’d made up just for her, a little lullaby about a field of flowers and sunlight that would brighten her dreams. No one else would know it. No one.
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But here it was, clear as day, sung by a young woman standing across the square, eyes closed, with a serene smile.
The song reminded me of when our little girl filled our home with warmth and joy. She was the center of our world, and her sudden disappearance left a gaping hole in our lives that never fully healed.
Suddenly, all the worries disappeared from my mind that day, and I felt my legs carrying me forward like I had no control.
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My mind kept saying it was impossible, that it couldn’t be, but my heart pushed me forward.
The woman looked familiar, painfully so. Dark hair fell in soft waves around her face, and looking at her smile made me think I’d seen it a thousand times in old photos and my own memories.
She even had a dimple on her left cheek, just like Cynthia, my wife.
It all seemed too incredible, too much to believe, but there was this pull. A feeling only a parent could know.
Could this be my Lily?
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I felt so nervous as I moved closer. I watched as she finished the song and opened her eyes. She caught me staring but looked away as the crowd clapped for her.
Thank you all for listening! she said with a wide smile. “Have a great day!”
Then, her gaze met mine, and she noticed the strange expression on my face.
“Looks like you didn’t like my performance,” she said, walking over. “Was I that bad?”
“Oh, no, no,” I chuckled. “I, uh, that song is special to me. It’s very special.”
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“Oh, really?” she asked. “It’s super special for me too. You see, it’s one of the few memories from my childhood. I’ve been singing it ever since I can remember. It’s the only thing I have left from back then.”
She looked like she was about to leave, so I blurted out, “What do you mean by that?”
“It’s a long story,” she replied as she glanced at her watch. “Maybe some other time.”
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“Please, I’d like to hear it,” I urged, my heart pounding. “I’ll buy you a coffee and we can talk if you don’t mind.”
She paused, studying me for a second, then nodded. “Well… sure, why not?”
We walked over to the café and settled into a corner booth. The more I looked at her, the more familiar she seemed. Her eyes, her smile, and even her voice felt like home.
It felt like a missing piece of my life had suddenly fallen into place.
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“You have a beautiful voice,” I said, trying to keep my composure.
“Thank you,” she smiled. “I was actually just passing through town for work when I heard that band playing. They were asking if anyone wanted to sing, and well, I just had to.”
“That song… where did you learn it?” I asked.
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She sighed, looking down at her coffee. “I didn’t ‘learn’ it exactly. It’s just… it’s the only thing I remember from my childhood. I used to sing it, or hum it, all the time. My adoptive parents said it was like my own little anthem.”
“Adoptive parents?” I asked, barely keeping my voice steady.
She nodded.
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“Yeah. I was… taken in by a family when I was five. They told me my real parents had died in a car accident. They even showed me photos from the newspaper,” her face softened, eyes misty.
“They were kind to me, gave me toys, and treated me well. But I always missed my real parents. With time, I started to believe my adoptive parents were the only family. But as I grew older, I had this nagging feeling that I was missing something, that maybe they weren’t telling me the whole truth.”
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I could feel my hands shaking.
“And… did you ever find out the truth?” I asked carefully.
“I tried,” she said. “You see, when I got older, my adoptive parents tried to make it official. They wanted to legally adopt me. They told me I should say I wanted to stay with them. So, I did.”
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“But when I turned 18,” she continued. “I started questioning everything. I tried to find my real parents, but I guess I didn’t have enough information. I tried reaching out to anyone who might have known me before, but my records didn’t match any missing children. I had so few details to go on.”
She paused, looking down at her hands. “It’s just this song that I have now. It reminds me of them.”
The pieces were starting to fit.
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A part of me wanted to call for a DNA test right there to confirm what my heart already knew, but a part of me was too terrified to believe it.
“Do you remember anything else about your real parents? Besides this song?” I asked.
“It’s all so blurry. I remember being happy, though, before everything changed. I think my name was Lily?” She laughed nervously. “But I can’t be sure. My adoptive parents called me Suzy, and after a while, that’s all I responded to.
I couldn’t believe her words.
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“M-my daughter,” I stammered. “Her name was Lily too.”
Her head snapped up. “Are you serious?”
I nodded, fighting back tears. “She went missing when she was five, and that was 17 years ago. We never found any answers. But we never stopped hoping. My wife’s name is Cynthia, by the way.”
She gasped, her eyes going wide.
“My… my mom’s name was Cynthia too,” she whispered. “I remember it clearly because she always used to make me say her and my father’s name. Are you… are you John?”
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“Yes,” I held her hand. “I’m John.”
We just sat there for a moment, looking at each other in stunned silence. And then, like a dam breaking, the tears came. We held each other, both crying as years of longing, confusion, and grief flooded over us.
It was as if all the lost years, the endless nights of wondering, finally found their answer.
“Dad?” she whispered, her voice shaking.
“Yes, Lily,” I managed, my voice breaking. “It’s me… it’s us.”
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After a while, I asked Lily if she’d like to meet her mother.
My hands shook as I called a taxi once she agreed to follow me home.
We didn’t talk much during the ride home. I just kept wondering how all this was happening. It was too good to be true.
When we arrived, I asked Lily to wait by the door because I knew Cynthia would need a moment to process everything. However, she knew something was wrong the moment I stepped inside.
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“What happened?” she asked. “Are you alright?”
“Cynthia, there’s something I need to tell you,” I said, touching her shoulders.
Then, I told her everything that happened during the last few hours.
“Oh God, oh God,” she said in tears. “No, no. It can’t be. That’s impossible, John!”
I held her hands and tried to calm her down.
“It’s true, Cynthia. Our Lily’s back,” I smiled.
“Where is she? Where’s our Lily?” she asked.
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“She’s here, behind the door,” I replied, my own eyes welling up with tears.
On hearing this, Cynthia sprang from her chair and ran to the door, flinging it open. She started sobbing when she saw our little girl, now all grown up, standing at the door.
“Mom?” Lily asked hesitantly. “Is-is that you?”
“Oh my God… my baby,” Cynthia cried, pulling her into her arms.
They clung to each other, both crying as if they could make up for all the years they’d missed. My heart swelled with joy as I watched them cry.
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After a while, we all sat down together, catching up on the years we’d lost. Lily shared stories of her life and struggles, and we told her how we could never have a child again.
Finally, Cynthia took a deep breath.
“Lily… would you be willing to, uh, confirm, with a DNA test?” She looked apologetic. “It’s just that after all this time, I just need to be sure.”
Lily nodded, smiling softly. “I understand, Mom. I’d like that too.”
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We scheduled a test, and within a week, the results confirmed what we already knew.
Lily was ours, and we were hers.
Our home was soon filled with laughter, tears, and stories of the life we’d missed out on. Lily moved in with us temporarily and each day felt like a small miracle.
I’ll never forget that ordinary evening on my way home from work when an old lullaby reunited a family that had been torn apart. Life has a strange way of bringing back what we thought we’d lost forever.
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Jimmy Carter has become the first U.S. president to turn 100 years old.
Former President Carter and wife Rosalynn are shown on a walk in their hometown of Plains, Georgia. (Matt McClain/Washington Post via Getty Images/File)
Former Democratic President Jimmy Carter turned 100 years old on Tuesday, making him the first U.S. president to live for an entire century.
Carter, the 39th president, has been known for several “firsts.” He was the first U.S. president born in a hospital, the first Naval Academy graduate to become president, and the first president to visit Sub-Saharan Africa officially. Now, he holds the record as the first U.S. president to reach 100.
Carter is currently receiving home hospice care in his hometown of Plains, Georgia, where he has lived since his presidency ended in 1981. He has been in hospice care for nearly two years. Sadly, his wife, Rosalynn, passed away last year at the age of 96.
Jill Stuckey, a family friend of the Carters for over 30 years and the superintendent of the Jimmy Carter National Historic Park, said, “It’s funny, President Carter has done so much and usually succeeds at everything. But the one thing he hasn’t been great at is hospice.” She added, “He just keeps living, and we’re so happy about that. So if he’s not good at something, we’re glad it’s hospice.”
When asked what makes Carter different from other presidents who lived to an old age, Stuckey said it was his “tenacity” — his determination and will to keep going.
Jill Stuckey told Fox News Digital that Jimmy and Rosalynn Carter always wanted to live as long as possible and stay healthy so they could help as many people as they could. She said they ate healthy meals, exercised every day, and worked hard to take care of themselves so they could keep helping others. “That’s what President Carter is showing today — that all those efforts really make a difference.”
The White House also put up a birthday message for Carter on the North Lawn to celebrate his 100th birthday.
Jill Stuckey said that celebrations for Carter’s 100th birthday started on Saturday in Plains, when the town held its annual peanut festival. “We celebrate peanut harvest season here in Plains, and it happens around the same time as President Carter’s birthday every year, so we usually celebrate them together,” she said.
Jill Stuckey also mentioned that on Tuesday, for Carter’s birthday, there will be more events in Plains, including a ceremony at Plains High School where 100 new citizens will take the oath. This is special because both Jimmy and Rosalynn Carter went to that school.
After the ceremony, there will be a flyover to honor former President Carter, organized with help from Secretary of the Navy Carlos Del Toro. Later in the afternoon, Plains will hold a ribbon-cutting ceremony for new statues dedicated to the Bill of Rights and the Constitution.
In celebration of Carter’s birthday, volunteers in St. Paul, Minnesota, came together to build 30 new homes over five days. Country music stars Garth Brooks and Trisha Yearwood were among the participants.
“You’re one of the most influential statesmen in our history,” President Biden said in a video released ahead of Carter’s birthday on Tuesday.
Over the weekend, Grand Ole Opry member and country music legend Charlie McCoy played a special rendition of “Georgia On My Mind” to honor the former president.
Cathie Skoog, a former member of the White House Communications Agency, said, “I remember the first time I saw him, and I was in awe. That feeling has always stayed with me. You can meet presidents all the time, but the first time is always the most special.” She added, “He didn’t care what people thought. He just did what he believed was right for the country.”
During his time as president, Carter focused on protecting the environment, improving human rights, and making the American education system better. He made big changes, like updating the civil service system, opening up the airline industry to more competition, and creating the Energy and Education departments. He also helped make cars safer by requiring both seat belts and airbags.
Carter’s time as president also had its challenges. There was high inflation, an energy crisis, and failed efforts to free American hostages who were held in Iran. His Secretary of State, Cyrus Vance, eventually resigned because he disagreed with how the administration handled the hostage situation.
During the Iranian Revolution, oil prices in the U.S. went up sharply. In July 1979, President Carter gave a speech where he said Americans were losing confidence in the country because of rising inflation and the energy crisis.
He said, “The signs of this crisis of spirit are everywhere. For the first time, most Americans think the next five years will be worse than the last. Two-thirds of people don’t even vote. Workers are less productive, and Americans are saving less than people in other Western countries.”
Carter added, “We need to face the truth, and then we can change direction. We must believe in each other, believe we can govern ourselves, and have faith in the future. Restoring that faith is our most important job now.”
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