Chapter 73 It’s A Miracle
Chapter 73 It’s A Miracle
Two weeks later,
Evan is peacefully sleeping, lying on my chest, while I’m lost in my little daughter’s precious memories.
I miss the way she used to kick her tiny legs while I converse with her and the way her innocent blue eyes look at me. Will I ever be able to experience this again?
Grace is seated on the sofa and engrossed in seeing our family photo album, tears trickling down her cheeks. It hurts to see her so upset.
One month has passed since Giana went missing, and each day feels like an eternity without her. Despite our best efforts and tireless searching, there’s been no sign of our daughter. We’ve followed every lead, contacted every authority, and appealed to the public for help, but Giana is still nowhere to be found. It’s like she’s vanished into thin air, swallowed by the darkness.
Evan continues to search for his sister, calling out her name with hope and sadness that tears our souls. We do our best to reassure him, promising that Giana will come back soon, but the emptiness of her absence overwhelms us.
What if we never find her? What if something terrible has happened to her? The thought alone is enough to send shivers down my spine.
However, we aren’t ready to give up hope, sticking to the belief that somewhere out there, our daughter is waiting for us, just as we are waiting for her.
But as time passes, the ache of her absence only deepens, and we are left to wonder how much longer we can endure this unbearable pain.
Please, God, please do some miracle and bring back our little princess.
As I finish my prayer, a sudden sound pierces the silence of our home. It’s the shrill wail of a fire alarm, echoing through the rooms.
Instantly, Grace and I pull back to reality, our hearts racing with panic. Without wasting a single second, we rush out of the room, Evan cradled in my arms, his small fingers clutching my shirt.
My heart pounds with fear as we make our way through the hallway, calling out for my father and scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger.
Dad and other domestic workers also step out and scurry towards the emergency exit with us.
As we reach near the emergency exit, our eyes widen in shock and disbelief at the sight before us. There is a familiar figure sitting on the ground near the emergency exit, sucking on her pacifier with a look of innocent curiosity in her eyes.
It’s Giana. Our little princess.
Fuck! Am I dreaming? Is it really our daughter? How can this be possible?
“Giana?” I whisper, can’t able to believe what I’m seeing.
Grace gasps beside me, her hand flying to her mouth as tears of joy stream down her cheeks. “Oh my God, it’s her! It’s Giana!”
Evan’s eyes light up with joy as he sees his sister. “Sissy.” As he calls her, Giana finally looks at us, and her blue eyes sparkle.
She hastily crawls to us in excitement, and Evan wriggles in my arms in eagerness to meet his sister, constantly calling her, “Sissy… Sissy.”
Grace and I remain motionless as if turned to stone, unable to believe our eyes. It feels like we’re in a dream, watching this long-awaited dream come true after tirelessly searching for her since she disappeared.
As Giana reaches us and I make Evan sit on the floor, he hugs his sister, and fresh tears of happiness trickle down our cheeks, seeing this beautiful reunion.
I can’t believe it is finally happening. Thank you, God, for finally listening to our prayers.
Tears of relief and disbelief blur my vision as I scoop Giana into my arms and hold her close. She giggles in response, her tiny arms wrapping around my neck in a tight embrace.
“Dada…” I feel so much relief, listening to the way she calls me Dada in her sweet voice, resting her head on my shoulder. My ears were yearning for this. I can’t even describe in words what I feel at this moment. It’s like I got my breath back.
“It’s a miracle.” Grace’s voice chokes with emotion as she joins us, her hands trembling as she strokes Giana’s soft hair.
We pass each other a smile of relief and contentment, hugging our little princess together. Evan stands, grasping our legs. It feels so incredible, and I feel so complete again.
As Grace takes Giana from me, she starts sucking on her mama’s chin, grasping her pendant like she always does. Grace giggles, her eyes shining with true happiness, and it makes my soul shine too.
As Evan tugs at my joggers, trying to catch my attention, I look down at him before picking him up in my arms. He pouts at me as if complaining that now that his sister is back, we’ve forgotten him.
“Aww… my baby. Dada loves you too. It’s just that we got your sissy back after a long month.” I hug Evan while smiling at Grace and Giana, who are engrossed in each other. It’s a relief to witness this sight again.
I hold them closer, embracing Evan with one hand. After weeks of uncertainty and despair, our daughter is finally back where she belongs, safe and sound in our arms. Finally, our family is complete, and I feel so grateful.
As I hold them closer, I whisper a silent prayer of thanks, grateful beyond words for this miracle that has brought our family back together.
But a thousand questions swirl in my mind. How did Giana end up here? Where has she been all this time? And most importantly, is she okay?