One day, I received a call from the police that divided my life into “before” and “after.”

Following the death of his wife Simone in a car accident, Michael, a single father, was raising his 8-year-old daughter Hannah by himself. After relocating to a new city, Michael made every effort to fulfill the responsibilities of both parents. Hannah performed exceptionally well in school and appeared to adjust well.

Hannah once told Michael that she saw her mother every day at school. Michael was taken aback. Unfortunately, Hannah remarked, “But Mom still ignores me.” Concerned and bewildered, Michael made the decision to look into it.

Michael went to school with Hannah the following morning. “There, Mom!” Hannah yelled and gestured toward a cleaner who looked like Simone. But the woman was obviously a stranger when she turned around. Hannah maintained that she had previously seen her mother.

Michael took Hannah to a psychologist in order to comprehend her claims. Dr. Stevens advised Michael to believe and support his daughter during her grieving process, saying, “Hannah genuinely believes she sees her mother at school.”

Michael discovered a woman at school the following day who bore a striking resemblance to Simone. She had no recollection of her past and identified herself as Evelyn. She muttered, “I don’t remember any of that.” When he discovered she was his wife, Michael invited her to come home.

With Michael and Hannah, Simone started to get used to life. “I think I remembered something,” she said one day. They began reconstructing their lives together as memories gradually came back to them.

“Is it possible for us to get her enrolled in an art school?” In support of Hannah’s dream, Simone inquired. Michael concurred, feeling content and hopeful about their family again.

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