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00:00I never thought one quiet Saturday afternoon would change how I saw my father forever.
00:05It started like any other weekend.
00:07My mom, Karen, had gone to visit her sister in Phoenix for a few days.
00:12It was supposed to be a simple girls weekend, shopping, spa, and catching up.
00:16That left just me and dad, whose name was Thomas,
00:20home alone in our two-story suburban house in Colorado Springs.
00:24I was 17 then, old enough to take care of myself,
00:27but still in that awkward phase of needing parental supervision, even when I didn't want it.
00:33My dad wasn't the type to hover, though.
00:35He was usually quiet.
00:37A man of routine.
00:38Get up at 6.
00:40Gym by 7.
00:41Work from 8 to 5.
00:43Rinse and repeat.
00:45So when mom wasn't around, I expected more of the same.
00:49Cereal for dinner, football reruns on the couch,
00:52maybe some dad jokes that didn't land.
00:54But that day turned out to be anything but ordinary.
00:57That Saturday afternoon, the weather was strange.
01:01Thunderclouds rolled in by noon, dark and heavy.
01:04I was sitting in my room, trying to finish an essay for school,
01:07when I heard the garage door creak open.
01:10I looked at the time.
01:11It was early, too early for dad to be back from his errands.
01:15He had said he was heading out to Home Depot
01:18to grab some supplies for the busted sink in the basement.
01:21Curious, I tiptoed downstairs,
01:24expecting him to be carrying tools or lumber.
01:26Instead, I saw him carrying a cardboard box.
01:31Not just any box, an old, dusty one with a faded Tom's high school stuff,
01:36label scribbled in black marker.
01:38What's that?
01:39I asked, leaning against the stair railing.
01:42He looked up, startled for a second.
01:44Then he smiled.
01:46Something I haven't opened in years.
01:47I followed him to the living room as he set the box on the coffee table and opened the flaps.
01:54Inside were photos, a few cassettes, notebooks, and what looked like an old leather-bound journal.
01:59He pulled it out slowly, almost reverently.
02:02Your grandpa gave this to me when I turned 18, he said, his voice quieter than usual.
02:08I sat beside him, now intrigued.
02:11He was a tough man.
02:12Not the most affectionate, dad continued.
02:15But when I left for college, he handed me this journal and said,
02:19Everything I never told you is in here.
02:22I read it once, and I locked it away.
02:26Couldn't bear to look at it again.
02:27I glanced at the cover.
02:29The leather was cracked from age.
02:31The corners frayed.
02:32On the inside flap, I could just barely make out handwriting.
02:36I watched as my dad flipped the pages, eyes scanning line after line.
02:41Then he stopped.
02:43His hands trembled slightly.
02:45I saw it.
02:46Dad.
02:47I said.
02:48He took a deep breath.
02:49There's something I need to tell you, Maddie.
02:51Hearing him say my name like that, so serious, made me sit up straighter.
02:56My father.
02:58Your grandfather.
02:59Wasn't who he thought he was, he said.
03:01This journal, he paused, trying to find the words.
03:04It reveals things.
03:06Things about our family.
03:08About choices he made.
03:09Mistakes he buried.
03:11He handed the journal to me.
03:12I started reading from the page he'd marked.
03:16My heart beat faster with every sentence.
03:19It told the story of my grandfather's life before settling in Colorado.
03:23Turns out, he had another family.
03:26A woman he loved deeply in New York, and a son, a son no one ever spoke about.
03:31He had left them behind after a tragic accident, started over with my grandmother, and lived with
03:37that guilt for the rest of his life.
03:39I looked up at my father.
03:40You have a half-brother?
03:42I said softly.
03:43He nodded.
03:45I think he's still out there.
03:46Silence fell between us.
03:48The rain outside had started falling, softly at first, then harder.
03:52The thunder echoed in the distance, like a heartbeat from the sky.
03:56And that's not all, Dad added.
03:59He was writing letters to him for years.
04:02Never mailed them.
04:03They're all in this box.
04:05We went through them together.
04:07Dozens of handwritten letters, each dated and numbered.
04:11They started off full of regret and anger, then shifted to apology and longing.
04:16Each one painted a picture of a man haunted by choices he couldn't undo.
04:21Why are you showing me this now?
04:23I asked.
04:24Because I've been afraid to deal with it, Dad admitted.
04:27Your mom doesn't even know.
04:29But when she left this morning, I don't know, something told me it was time.
04:33I reached out and took his hand.
04:36Do you want to find him?
04:37He looked at me, his expression unreadable for a moment.
04:41Then he nodded.
04:42I do.
04:43That night, we sat at the kitchen table and searched everything we could.
04:48Old addresses, online records, family forums.
04:52It felt like trying to find a ghost.
04:54But around midnight, we came across a name.
04:57Jonathan R. Thompson.
05:00Same birth date.
05:01Same middle name as Grandpa.
05:03Living in Albany, New York.
05:05Could it be?
05:06Dad sent a letter.
05:08Not an email.
05:09Not a text.
05:11A real letter, just like Grandpa used to write.
05:14Handwritten.
05:15Personal.
05:15Honest.
05:16Days passed.
05:18Then a week.
05:19No reply.
05:20Until one afternoon, the mail came.
05:22A letter.
05:23It was from Jonathan.
05:25He wrote that he had always wondered if anyone from the Colorado side would ever reach out.
05:30That he'd grown up hearing whispers about his father, but his mother never spoke of him again.
05:36That he had children of his own now.
05:38Grandchildren, even.
05:40And he wanted to meet.
05:42The reunion was set for July.
05:44We booked flights.
05:45I remember seeing Dad standing at the gate, nervously checking his watch over and over.
05:51When we arrived, Jonathan was already waiting, standing beside his wife outside the small Albany airport.
05:58He looked so much like Dad it was eerie.
06:00They didn't say much at first, just hugged.
06:03A long, heavy, silent embrace that said everything words couldn't.
06:08Later that evening, the whole family sat together in Jonathan's backyard.
06:13There was barbecue, stories, laughter, even tears.
06:16Dad kept glancing at me like he couldn't believe any of it was real.
06:20Back home, after Mom returned, we told her everything.
06:25She cried when she heard about the journal.
06:27The lost brother.
06:28The hidden letters.
06:30I wish he had told us, she whispered.
06:33Me too, Dad said.
06:35But maybe this was how it was meant to happen.
06:38From then on, our family grew.
06:40Holidays were bigger.
06:42Calls became more frequent.
06:44And the walls that had unknowingly divided generations began to fall.
06:48Sometimes, the most extraordinary revelations happen on the most ordinary days,
06:53when your mom's out of town, and your dad decides to open an old box from the attic.
06:58That day didn't just change how I saw him.
07:00It changed how I saw myself.
07:03Part of a larger story, with deeper roots and new branches we never knew existed.
07:08And it all started because my dad did something unexpected when Mom wasn't home.
07:12Twinkle, where's he?
07:17100 years later.
07:18Looking back then.
07:18Once that is the main idea of my dad, being a boy.
07:20So I saw them again.
07:23As you've been wanting me to open up, the length of the open right now.
07:28Need to hurry up, you too.
07:29'd love to absorb my dad for the right job.
07:31You, I know.
07:31While I saw anyone deutsche videos.
07:32I blew up.
07:33I need to carry this place.
07:34You, I mean so.
07:35You, I've used hours to open up hand!
07:35I'm feeling anxious about that.
07:37You are doing anything because there isn't this kind of creature.