😦 My daughter disappeared while we were living in Egypt: twenty years later, a postcard from Cairo arrived in my mailbox, and what I discovered completely overturned everything I thought I knew.
My husband had just started his career as a journalist when he received a job offer in Cairo. We left our town to start a new life.
He found a modest but comfortable apartment on the second floor of a quiet building. There was a large garden where our daughter spent hours playing.
I also found a job, and little by little, we got used to this new life. But one day, everything changed.
Returning from work, I saw police cars in front of the building. Our daughter had disappeared from the garden without leaving a trace. No witnesses, and the police could do nothing to find her.
A year later, we had to return to our hometown because my husband’s contract had ended. The years passed, but the pain remained.
Twenty years later, while going through the mail, I discovered a postcard from Cairo. There was no sender’s name, only an address near our former home. What I discovered there shook everything I thought I knew.
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It turned out that a trusted friend of my husband had kidnapped our daughter.
Twenty years later, we finally discovered the truth: she had made our daughter believe that we had abandoned her.
She had taken her and raised her under a different name.
Before she died, she had revealed everything in a letter.
The letter revealed where our daughter was living now, as well as her real name.
Trembling, I took a plane to find her, my heart full of anxiety and hope.
When our eyes finally met, twenty years of silence vanished in an instant, and she ran into my arms as if time had never existed.
