đŠ I woke up at 3 AM to 18 missed calls from my deceased daughter and a message: “Dad, help me, come quickly.” It turned out that…
One night, I woke up suddenly at 3 AM to the vibration of my phone. My daughter had tried to call me 18 times and left me a message: “Dad, help me! Come quickly!”
Panicked, I rushed, imagining the worst scenarios. I donât even remember how I got to her place, but my heart was racing as I waited for her to open the door.
When she and her husband opened the door, they seemed surprised to see me.
“Dad? What are you doing here?” my daughter asked.
I showed her the message, and she read it, then replied: “But thatâs not my number.”
Looking again, she turned pale and said: “Dad⊠thatâs HĂ©lĂšneâs number.”
HĂ©lĂšne, my youngest daughter, had died a year ago in an accident. At that moment, I felt a true shock, unable to comprehend how this was possible.
At that very moment, I received a second message from that number: “Iâm waiting for you. Where are you?” Without thinking, I immediately called the number, and it turned out that…
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A woman answered, and it turned out to be a cruel coincidence.
After my daughter’s death, her number had been reassigned.
This woman simply wanted to reach her father.
“Iâm so sorry,” she told me, her voice full of sadness, as if she understood my pain.
I felt lost.
This message, these calls… it all came from a technical error, but it made me relive a pain I thought I had forgotten.
“Itâs not your fault,” I told her, but deep down, I knew the pain would always be there, like a scar that can never truly heal.
