06/09/2025
After losing my husband Henry to a heart attack 23 years ago, my life was overtaken by loneliness and grief. My belief in reincarnation offered solace—souls, I felt, could return in unexpected forms.
One night in pouring rain, I spotted a bundle on the roadside: a blind, trembling infant. The dimple on her right cheek was just like Henry's. Through the rainfall, I called, "Henry… is that you?!"
I knew it shouldn’t be possible, but in that space, I believed. I picked her up, whispering, "You're safe now. I've got you."
Raising Lily, a blind child, was a continual journey: exploring braille, deciphering sounds, and understanding the world through new senses. Her cleverness and resolve invigorated me throughout the years.
At fourteen, she sought to provide accessible books to blind children. By twenty-one, she established "Braille & Beyond," a thriving chain. Her momentum was unstoppable.
Then, a tall, refined man began following her. Strangers surfaced at events, making inquiries. I couldn’t shake a sense of unease.
He introduced himself at a big opening. Polite, smiling, acting as though he belonged.
Thomas: "Lily… hi. You probably don't remember me. I just saw you on TV and had to meet the INCREDIBLE YOUNG WOMAN YOU'VE BECOME!"
His rehearsed tone unsettled me.
Me: "Do I know you?"
Thomas: "Not yet. But I feel like YOU SHOULD!"
Me: "Who THE HELL are YOU?!"
Thomas: "I'm Lily's FATHER."
Me: "What do you want from MY DAUGHTER?!"
Thomas: "Julia… you've done incredible things with her, but you can't deny I have a stake here. She's my daughter. Our veins carry the SAME BLOOD. That business… it BELONGS TO US."
Me: "You'll get her money, but only under ONE CONDITION." ⬇️⬇️⬇️
