15 Years After My Little Boy Died, I Met A Stranger With The Same Birthmark—Then He Whispered, “I Remember You…”

nearly empty diner while rain tapped softly against dark windows.

I told him about Cassian.

Not dramatically.

Just honestly.

“He used to hum while eating cereal,” I said softly. “Not songs exactly. Just little sounds.”

Jude smiled faintly without meaning to.

“He called pigeons ‘city chickens.’”

A tiny laugh escaped him.

Then disappeared again quickly.

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