Ellie, a kind young woman, couldn’t ignore the sight of a homeless man huddled under a tattered blanket on the cold winter night. Feeling sympathetic toward his plight, Ellie decided to bring him home and allow him to take a shower in her bathroom. However, when the man emerged after his shower, Ellie had no idea she would faint at what she saw.
On a freezing January evening, as darkness had already blanketed the sky, Ellie had just finished her long work shift. Stepping out of the office with the weight of fatigue on her shoulders, she pulled her thick coat tighter around herself, trying to resist the biting cold that penetrated every layer of fabric. Ellie, a 26-year-old woman, was used to the hectic life of an accountant, but tonight the harsh winter cold seemed to deepen the loneliness and emptiness within her…Click Here To Continue Reading>> …Click Here To Continue Reading>>
Ellie decided to walk home, partly to clear her mind and partly because the distance wasn’t too far. The route took her through a small public park she passed by every morning and evening. The dim streetlights cast a faint glow on the stone-paved paths, creating a serene yet mysterious atmosphere. Tonight, the wind howled incessantly, causing the barren branches of the trees to tremble.
As Ellie was walking past the rows of benches in the park, she suddenly stopped. An unexpected sight caught her eye. On one of the cold benches, a man was huddled under a thin blanket, barely able to fend off the biting cold of winter. He looked emaciated, his face gaunt, and his eyes tightly shut as if trying to escape the harsh reality surrounding him.
At first, Ellie was frightened. She had seen homeless people on the streets before, but she had never encountered one in such a dire situation—a lone man with no shelter on a freezing night when the temperature might have dropped below freezing. Her heart raced, partly out of fear and partly out of compassion. A part of her wanted to walk quickly past and forget this image, but something deep within her heart urged her to stop.
The man stirred, opened his eyes, and saw Ellie. Even in the dim light, she could see his eyes—eyes that had witnessed too much suffering, yet held a hint of warmth and optimism. He gave a weary smile, as if thanking Ellie for showing him a bit of concern, even if only for a brief moment.
It was that smile that touched Ellie’s heart. She felt something stronger than fear—it was compassion, the desire to help, to do something for this man. Ellie wasn’t wealthy. With her accounting job at a small company, her income was just enough to cover her daily expenses. But ever since she was a child, Ellie had been taught that helping others was an essential part of life. Her mother, a compassionate woman, always took time to participate in charitable activities, and Ellie had continued that tradition. She frequently volunteered, donated to charitable funds, and was always willing to help those in need. For Ellie, happiness wasn’t about what she received, but about what she could share.
Ellie always felt that helping others was her main calling in life, but she never expected that her particular act of kindness on that cold winter night would reveal a mystery that would change her life forever.
The man looked like he desperately needed a warm bath, a hot bowl of soup, and a clean bed to sleep in for the night, Ellie thought to herself. The homeless man quickly sat up from the bench and continued to smile at Ellie, hoping to receive some money from her. Ellie stood there, smiling back, trying to figure out how to tell him what she had in mind. With an expectant look, the man asked, “Anything for an old homeless beggar?”
Ellie replied that she didn’t have money to give but had something else to offer. The man’s expression turned to disappointment, but he told Ellie to go ahead and say what she wanted to offer. She stepped closer to him and gently, politely asked, “Would you like to come to my place to rest and shower?”
Ellie’s question seemed to surprise the homeless man so much that he couldn’t believe his ears. He looked at her skeptically, as if trying to assess whether this offer was real or just a cruel joke. Ellie noticed the doubt in his eyes, but she patiently waited. She knew that for someone who had been through so much hardship, trusting in the kindness of others wasn’t easy. After a few moments of hesitation, the man finally nodded slowly but with determination.
On their way home, they walked and talked slowly. Ellie introduced herself to the homeless man, who began to share a bit about his life. His name was Scott, and he had been living on the streets for the past two decades. He mentioned that he once had a stable life but didn’t go into details about why he ended up on the streets. Ellie didn’t ask further; she understood that there were things Scott didn’t want to revisit.
Ellie brought Scott into her small but cozy apartment. She showed him the bathroom and prepared a clean pair of pajamas for him. “Make yourself at home. I’ll prepare some food,” Ellie said before leaving the room.
Scott looked around the small, clean, and warm apartment. After years of living on the streets, he had forgotten what it felt like to be safe—to be in the warmth of a real home. He stood there, unsure of what to do next. After a while, Scott stepped into the bathroom. The sensation of warm water running over him made him emotional. He felt as though he was being revived, shedding the grime of a life spent wandering. Scott took a long shower, savoring the feeling he had lost long ago.
Meanwhile, Ellie had prepared a pot of hot soup and pasta in the kitchen. She set the table, hoping that this meal would bring some warmth to the man who had endured so much. Nearly an hour later, Scott emerged from the bathroom, wearing the pajamas Ellie had given him. He looked completely different from the gaunt man Ellie had met earlier. His hair and beard were neatly shaved, and his face now looked brighter and more at peace.
As Scott entered the dining area, Ellie looked up and suddenly felt dizzy. Her heart raced and her mind spun. Before her wasn’t just a homeless man but the image of someone she could never forget. Ellie unexpectedly fainted, collapsing onto the floor.
Scott was startled when he saw Ellie fall. He rushed to her side, trying to wake her up, but to no avail. Not knowing what to do, Scott panicked and ran outside, calling for help. Fortunately, two neighbors heard Scott’s cries and quickly came to assist. They swiftly carried Ellie to a car and took her to the nearest hospital.
At the hospital, doctors quickly examined and treated Ellie. After some time, she regained consciousness and saw Scott sitting by her bed, his eyes filled with concern and worry. “You fainted due to shock,” the doctor explained to Ellie once she was fully awake. “It might have been caused by stress or an overwhelming emotion.”
“Shock?” Scott blurted out, his face showing deep concern.
Ellie looked at Scott, her heart filled with indescribable emotions. It took her a few minutes to fully recall what had happened and where she was, but when she finally remembered, something astonishing occurred—and it was all related to Ellie’s childhood.
Ellie was raised by her single mother, Karen. She was an only child. Karen, who worked as a well-paid secretary, provided Ellie with everything she needed while growing up. They lived in a small house where Karen’s love turned difficulties into happiness. Ellie studied accounting in school and graduated with good grades. Unfortunately for her, at the time of her graduation, high-paying jobs were hard to come by due to the economic recession her country was going through. As a result, Ellie had to accept the job at the new accounting firm where she was working when she met Scott. The salary at the company wasn’t attractive, but for Ellie, half a loaf was better than none.
Karen wasn’t just a mother to Ellie; she was also her closest friend. The two shared everything, from the little joys of daily life to the constant worries of the future. However, there was one topic Karen always avoided: Ellie’s father.
When Ellie was younger, she often wondered about her father. Every time she brought up the subject, Karen would become flustered, change the topic, or find an excuse not to answer. This silence only fueled Ellie’s curiosity. As she grew older, that curiosity transformed into a deep longing to know more about the man who played a part in bringing her into the world. Ellie felt that there was a part of her memory that was blank—a crucial piece of the puzzle that was hazy and distant.
Ellie vividly remembers the first time she mustered the courage to ask her mother about her father. She was only 16 years old, sitting at the kitchen table in their small home. She looked at her mother with determined eyes and asked, “Mom, who is my father? Why have I never heard you mention him?”
The question felt like a knife to Karen’s heart, causing her to freeze mid-bite with a piece of bread in her hand. Karen tried to stay calm, but her eyes welled up with tears. Eventually, Karen couldn’t hold back any longer and began to cry. Through her tears, Karen explained that Ellie’s father, Scott, had died in a horrific car accident when Ellie was just 2 years old.
Ellie was stunned by this revelation. She couldn’t believe that the father she had never met or known had been taken away so suddenly and tragically. The sadness wasn’t just from the loss of a father she never knew, but also from seeing her mother’s pain when revisiting the past. Ellie blamed herself for causing her mother grief and never brought up the subject again. She realized that her mother was all she had and loved her even more.
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Karen was diagnosed with ovarian cancer. Karen battled cancer for two years, but in the end, she couldn’t overcome her fate. When Karen passed away, Ellie felt as though her world had collapsed. Losing her mother meant losing the only source of emotional support she had left. Loneliness engulfed her, making her feel as if she had lost everything.
So, imagine Ellie’s shock when Scott stepped out of the bathroom and she realized that he was her father—the very person she had longed to meet, even once.
“Dad?” Ellie exclaimed in astonishment, unable to believe her eyes.
The man named Scott said nothing for a few seconds, simply looking at her with a mix of joy and sadness. Finally, he nodded and admitted, “Yes, Ellie, it’s me.”
Scott slowly sat down across from his daughter. “I don’t blame Karen for lying to you. She was probably ashamed of my sad story.”
“What sad story?” Ellie immediately asked, her tone pleading.
Scott bowed his head, covered his face with his hands for a moment, then cleared his throat and began telling Ellie his story. He was once a man with a bright future, a loving family, and a stable job. But everything began to unravel when he decided to invest in a get-rich-quick scheme. His best friend Peter introduced him to this plan, promising massive profits within just a few weeks. Enticed by the prospect, Scott invested all his savings—$750,000—into the scheme. But just weeks later, he discovered it was a scam.
Having lost everything, Scott fell into depression. Guilt and despair started to consume him, and he turned to drugs as a way to escape the painful reality. Those dark days pushed him deeper into a spiral of self-destruction, and eventually, he was no longer himself. Karen tried to help him break free from his addiction, but her efforts were in vain. Instead of getting better, Scott sank further into a life of ruin.
Finally, Scott hit rock bottom. One day at work, he suddenly had a psychotic breakdown, began screaming, and caused a commotion. His colleagues called an ambulance, and he was taken straight to a psychiatric hospital. There, he spent three long years in misery, isolated from the outside world and his family. Karen, who had once loved him deeply, never visited him during his time there. Scott understood that she was too tired and ashamed of his condition, and perhaps she also wanted to forget the painful past.
After three years, Scott felt he had recovered and requested to be released, but the doctors refused, fearing he wasn’t fully healed. Determined not to be confined forever, Scott planned his escape from the hospital. One stormy night, he stole a staff member’s uniform and an umbrella. With the uniform covering his patient clothes and the umbrella hiding his face, he sneaked out of the hospital gates and disappeared into the night.
Scott recounted how he ran non-stop, running until he could no longer continue. When he finally stopped, he realized he had completely left behind the psychiatric hospital and everything connected to his painful past. But that also meant he had nowhere to go, no one to rely on. With no other choice, Scott began life on the streets.
At first, he joined a street gang led by a man named Joe. They lived a life of wandering, stealing, and committing illegal activities to survive. Joe was the one who gave him the new name Scott—a name he decided to keep as a way to forget his old self. But life with the gang didn’t last long. After an incident where a member of the gang was shot and killed by the police during a failed car theft, Scott decided to leave the gang. He no longer wanted to continue a life of crime. He chose the path of a drifter, surviving day by day by begging and doing odd jobs.
Scott revealed to Ellie that he had never forgotten her. One night, he even visited the house where he once lived with Karen in disguise, but found neither Karen nor Ellie there. He sensed that Karen must have heard about his escape from the psychiatric hospital and, fearing he would come looking for her, had moved away with little Ellie.
At this moment, Ellie mentioned that she remembered how they had moved to a new house far from their old home without any notice or explanation. This happened when Ellie was about 7 or 8 years old.
Scott disclosed to Ellie that Karen was undoubtedly too ashamed to tell her the truth—that her father had lost his mind and escaped from the psychiatric hospital. So, she had to lie, saying that he had died in an accident.
One question needed an answer: How did Ellie recognize Scott after two decades?
Ellie explained that she had never found a single picture of him until Karen passed away. The days after her mother’s death were the hardest for Ellie. Memories of her mother filled every corner. Every night as she sat alone, Ellie wondered about the past, about what her mother had hidden, about the father she had never known.
One day, while cleaning the apartment in preparation for moving out, Ellie accidentally discovered an old, worn-out box in the attic. The box was carefully wrapped, and when Ellie opened it, inside were old photographs. It was the first time Ellie saw images of her father. Her mother had never told her much about her father, and throughout her life, Ellie had formed a vague image of her lost father in her mind. But when she found these pictures, everything changed.
Alongside the photos was her mother’s diary. Ellie carefully opened the yellowed pages and read Karen’s handwriting. In it, Karen wrote about Scott, about their love, and about the tragedy that had occurred. Ellie felt her heart tighten as she read her mother’s words, but what shocked her the most was the final line, which said that Scott hadn’t died—he was still alive. But for some reason, her mother had never told her.
At that moment, Ellie couldn’t believe her eyes. She felt everything around her spinning. The father she had always thought was long dead was somewhere out there, alive. The shock was too great. Ellie didn’t know what to do next. She slumped to the floor, her hands trembling as she held her mother’s diary. The only question echoing in her mind was: Why did you keep this from me for so many years?
In her confusion and sorrow, Ellie knew she had to find the truth. The memories of her mother and the father she had never known would always be a part of her life, and now she had to face the reality that her father was still alive somewhere out there.
And it was that image of her father that was etched deeply into her memory. The first moment Ellie saw Scott step out of the bathroom, clean-shaven, freshly bathed, and standing before her in the new clothes she had given him, time seemed to stand still as Ellie recognized the familiar face from the old photographs. It was the man she had thought she would never see again.
Surprise, joy, and heartbreak flooded Ellie, and before she could understand what was happening, her legs gave way. She collapsed to the floor, fainting from shock.
After Ellie finished speaking, Scott quickly moved to her bedside, sat down beside her, and held her tightly. Scott couldn’t hide his emotions as he looked at his daughter. After so many years apart, he had thought he would never get the chance to see her again. But fate had brought them back together in a way no one could have expected. Father and daughter embraced each other tightly, tears streaming down their faces. It was a moment of forgiveness, of love that transcended all pain, and a reunion Ellie had never dared to dream of.
After being discharged from the hospital, Ellie decided that she would not lose Scott again. She invited him to stay with her so they could make up for the lost years. Scott, moved by his daughter’s offer, agreed. He knew he could never make up for past mistakes, but he was determined to do everything he could to protect and care for Ellie from now on.
With Ellie’s help, Scott found a stable job in the city, and he rented a small apartment near her home. Every day, they spent time together, sharing stories and creating memories they never had the chance to make before. Their relationship gradually deepened—not just as father and daughter, but as two companions who had found each other after years of being lost. Ellie realized that sometimes life takes us down rough paths, but it is through these paths that we find true moments of happiness. And for her, having Scott by her side was a precious gift that she would cherish forever.
