20 Years After Her Mother’s Disappearance, A Woman Finds Her Diary On Her Doorstep
Unexpected Visitors
Ellie never expected a visitor that night. She had just come home from work, exhausted, craving nothing more than a quiet evening. 🍷📺
Settling into her couch, she scrolled through channels, finally landing on an old sitcom. Just as she started to relax, a sudden knock at the door shattered the silence.
Her heart skipped. No one visited her unannounced. She hesitated, then peeked through the peephole. Nothing. Just the empty porch bathed in yellow streetlight. 🌙🏡
Brushing it off as kids playing pranks, she returned to her couch, dismissing the eerie feeling crawling up her spine.
A Mysterious Discovery
The next morning, Ellie stepped outside, ready for her morning jog. Her foot bumped into something. A bundle of old notebooks, tied with string, lay neatly at her doorstep. 📚✉️
Frowning, she picked them up. The top one had a name scrawled across it. «Property of Julia.»
Her breath hitched. Julia. Her mother. The same woman who had disappeared twenty years ago without a trace. Ellie’s hands trembled as she flipped through the pages.
The handwriting was unmistakable.
Rushing inside, she dug through an old box until she found it—a childhood postcard from her mother. Placing them side by side, she compared the handwriting.
Identical.
Her chest tightened. The woman who had abandoned her had written these words. And now, after two decades, her story was waiting to be read.
Unveiling the Past
Heart pounding, Ellie started reading. Each entry unraveled fragments of a life her mother had lived without her.
Her breath caught as she read a passage dated one month after the disappearance.
«I know leaving was the right decision. I love Daniel more than I ever loved Michael. The only regret I have is Ellie. But I know she’ll be okay.»
Tears blurred Ellie’s vision. Her mother had left by choice. Not kidnapped. Not missing.
Just… gone. 🚪💔
The Search for Answers
Fueled by shock and anger, Ellie packed her bags. One name kept appearing in the journals—Daniel.
Hours later, she found herself in a sleepy town, knocking on door after door. No answers. Until finally…
A man in his twenties opened the door. He studied her, then hesitantly asked, «Are you Ellie?»
Ellie’s stomach dropped. «How do you know my name?»
He exhaled slowly. «I think I’m your brother.»
A Confrontation Years in the Making
Chris led her inside. «She’s in the garden,» he said, voice soft.
Ellie followed, her heartbeat thundering in her ears. And then, she saw her.
Julia sat quietly, pruning roses. 🌹✂️ Her mother. Older, softer—but undeniably the woman who had left her behind.
«Mom.»
Julia turned, pruning shears slipping from her hands. Her eyes widened. Tears welled up.
«Ellie…»
But Ellie shook her head. «You left me.»
Julia flinched. «I was a coward, Ellie. I was selfish.»
«You had a new life. A new family.» Ellie’s voice cracked. «And I was nothing to you.»
Julia wiped at her tears. «I thought about you every day.»
Ellie let out a bitter laugh. «Then why didn’t you come back?»
Julia swallowed. «Because I was afraid you wouldn’t forgive me.»
Ellie stared, feeling like that eight-year-old girl again, waiting for a mother who never returned.
She turned to Chris, who stood awkwardly, torn between two worlds.
«Maybe we can start over,» he offered.
Ellie looked at her mother one last time. She wasn’t sure she could ever forgive her. But standing there, beneath the warm sun, she realized the choice was finally hers. 🌅
