Woman Starts Working as a Nanny and Finds the Shoes of Her Long-Lost Daughter — Story of the Day

Three-year-old Marissa, the sweet little girl Lori was caring for, stood nearby, her wide eyes filled with confusion. Marissa didn’t understand why Lori was crying so hard. Lori was clutching a tiny child’s shoe in her hands, tears streaming down her face.

This shoe had belonged to her daughter, who disappeared 22 years ago. Her mind raced, trying to make sense of it, but nothing added up. Just then, the front door creaked open, and Lori heard footsteps. Emily, Marissa’s mother, entered the room, her face filled with concern.

Lori didn’t look up. Her voice cracked as she asked, “Where did you get these shoes?” Emily’s heart raced. She glanced at the small shoe, then at Lori.

“I… ,” she stammered, struggling to find the right words.

22 years ago…

Lori sat on the floor, carefully folding clothes and placing them into a small suitcase. She glanced at the list beside her, checking off items as she packed.

Scotland seemed so far away, and the thought of being apart from her little girl made her anxious. As she zipped up the suitcase, four-year-old Olive came bouncing into the room.

“Mom, why can’t you come with us?” Olive asked, looking up at Lori with wide eyes.

Lori knelt beside her and smiled. “I’d love to, sweetie, but this is a special trip for you and your dad.”

Olive frowned. “What will I do without you?”

Olive’s eyes filled with worry. “But I’ll miss you.”

Lori’s heart ached as she pulled Olive into a hug. “I’ll miss you too, sweetheart. But it’s only five days, and we’ll be together again before you know it.”

Olive pulled back a little, her face thoughtful. “Is five days a lot or a little?”

“It’s a little,” Lori said, stroking her daughter’s cheek. “The time will fly by.”

Olive nodded slowly. “Okay, but promise we’ll see each other soon. Promise you’ll miss me.”

Lori smiled and kissed the top of Olive’s head. “I promise, baby. I’ll miss you so much.” She held Olive close, not wanting to let go.

A few hours later, Chris arrived to pick up Olive. Lori knelt down, gently slipping Olive’s little shoes onto her feet. She had embroidered tiny flowers on them herself, making them special.

“Be good for your dad, okay?” Lori said softly, hugging Olive tightly.

Olive nodded and smiled, but Lori could still feel a tug in her heart as they left for the airport.

Later, her phone buzzed. It was Chris, calling to let her know they had arrived safely. He sent a picture of Olive smiling at the airport. Lori smiled, feeling a small sense of relief, but deep down, a knot of worry still remained. Something didn’t feel right.

Chris and Olive had been in Scotland for four days. They were supposed to return the next day. For the first three days, Chris had been good about sending Lori photos of Olive. Each picture showed Olive smiling, exploring new places, and it gave Lori some peace.

She called Chris’s parents, but there was no answer from them either. That’s when she knew something was wrong. Her hands trembled as she dialed again, but still no answer. Lori spent the entire day by the phone, her mind racing with horrible thoughts.

Finally, in the evening, her phone rang. She saw Chris’s name on the screen. Without hesitation, she grabbed it and answered.

“Chris, is everything okay? I was starting to worry,” Lori said, her voice tense.

Lori frowned. “What? Why would I need to sit down?” she replied, her heart starting to race.

“Just answer the question, Lori. Are you sitting down?” Chris repeated, his tone firm.

Lori’s voice shook. “Yes, I’m on the couch. What’s going on?”

“Alright. Listen carefully. Don’t panic,” Chris said.

Lori’s breath caught in her throat. “What? Why would I panic? Chris, what’s happening?”

“Olive is missing,” Chris finally said.

Lori felt her world spin. “What? What do you mean, missing? How could she be missing?” she nearly screamed.

“We were walking in the city this morning. I lost sight of her for a second. She was just gone. But I’ve already gone to the police, Lori. They’re looking for her,” Chris explained.

Lori’s hands shook. “She’s been missing since this morning? And you’re only telling me now? You lost our daughter!” she yelled, tears streaming down her face.

“I’m taking the next flight. I won’t stop until I find her,” Lori said, and without waiting for his response, she hung up the phone, her mind spinning.

Lori flew to Scotland the very next day, determined to find Olive. She couldn’t rest, couldn’t think of anything else. She spent years in Scotland, pouring all her time and energy into the search. She walked the streets, put up posters, and talked to anyone who might have seen Olive.

But it was as if Olive had vanished into thin air. No one knew anything. The police helped at first, but as time passed, they stopped looking. Lori refused to give up, continuing the search on her own. But with each year, her hope faded a little more.

She knew then that she had lost her daughter forever. With no hope left, Lori returned home, broken and defeated.

Present Day…

Lori, trying to control her tears, looked at Emily, who stood silent, not knowing what to say. After a long moment, Emily finally spoke.

“These are the shoes my family found me in,” Emily said softly. “I was very young then, and I don’t remember much. I just know that I got lost somehow. I remember arriving in a strange city by bus, where my family found me. They adopted me later.”

Emily hesitated before continuing. “I didn’t know where I came from, or my parents’ full names. My adoptive parents tried to find them, but no one came forward. After a while, they gave up,” she explained. “When I was six, we moved here, and I’ve been here ever since.”

Lori wiped her face, her hands shaking. “Is Emily your real name?” she asked quietly.

Emily looked confused. “No. I had a different name when they found me. But they changed it when I was adopted,” she replied.

Emily’s eyes widened in shock. “How… how do you know that name?” Lori’s voice shook as she raised the little shoes. “These were my daughter’s shoes. She was wearing them when she disappeared in Scotland.”

Emily stared at her, tears forming in her eyes. “I lived there before we moved here.”

Lori’s voice cracked as she said, “I can’t believe you’ve been so close all this time. I never should have stopped looking.”

Emily’s voice broke. “So… you’re my mother?”

Emily threw her arms around Lori, who held her daughter tightly, just as she had done 22 years ago when she was little. The feeling of finally being reunited filled Lori’s heart with both joy and disbelief.

They sat there, not saying a word, just holding each other. Time seemed to stop for them. After a few moments, little Marissa wandered over, curious. She looked at them with big eyes, then wrapped her small arms around both of them.

“So, you’ve already met your granddaughter,” Emily said, her smile softening as she looked down at Marissa, who was now sitting between them.

Emily chuckled. “I started dyeing it in high school. I wanted a change, and I guess I just never stopped.”

“That’s a shame,” Lori said with a hint of nostalgia. “You had such beautiful hair, just like Marissa’s.”

Emily’s eyes welled up with tears again. She leaned in and hugged Lori tightly, overwhelmed by the emotions of the moment. Lori, still in disbelief, held her daughter close, marveling at the fact that after all these years, she was finally able to hug her little girl again.

“If you hadn’t asked me to go through these old boxes, I might never have known you were my daughter,” Lori said, her voice soft.

Emily wiped her eyes and grinned. “So, does that mean I don’t have to pay you extra for organizing them?”

“I’m ready to give you all the money I have, just promise me you’ll never disappear again,” Lori said, her voice trembling with emotion.

“I promise,” Emily replied softly. She hugged her mother, feeling the weight of all those lost years.

The fear that Emily might vanish once more lingered in her heart. This was truly her daughter—no longer the little girl Lori had lost so many years ago, but now a grown woman, with her own life and even a child of her own. Yet, to Lori, she was still her little Olive.

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