I arrived in a small seaside town to relax. My sister insisted it was the perfect spot\u2014beautiful beaches, great for surfing, and never too crowded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
On a morning run, I was stopped by a small girl in one of the quiet streets. \u201cMister, wait! Mister! I know you!\u201d she called, running up to me. She couldn\u2019t have been more than eight years old. Before I could react, she grabbed my hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMY NAME\u2019S HARPER! YOUR PICTURE IS IN MY MOM\u2019S WALLET! I SEE IT ALL THE TIME!\u201d Her words left me baffled. \u201cWhat\u2019s your mom\u2019s name?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cCaroline!\u201d she exclaimed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I thought about all the Carolines I\u2019d ever met but couldn\u2019t recall anyone who mattered. \u201cCome on!\u201d she insisted, pulling me along.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I agreed, following her to a neat little house. She opened the door, dashed inside, and shouted, \u201cMOM! MOM! HE\u2019S HERE! THE MAN FROM YOUR WALLET!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I stood awkwardly in the hallway until she returned, holding her mother\u2019s hand. The woman froze, her hand covering her mouth, her face pale.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When I saw her, she began to cry. I stared, speechless. Then she lowered her hand, and my heart sank.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat? How is this possible?\u201d was all I could say.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Caroline\u2019s eyes were wet with tears, and she stood there trembling. Harper clung to her side, watching the two of us with a curious expression. I managed to clear my throat and ask again, \u201cHave we met before?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Caroline inhaled, struggling to find her words. Finally, she blurted, \u201cI\u2019m sorry\u2026 This is just so unbelievable. Please, come inside and sit.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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