I am Steve, a wealthy businessman. Recently, with horror, I discovered that the cleaner in my office remarkably resembled my mother, who was believed to have passed away 28 years ago.
One morning, I was sitting in my office, reviewing the company’s annual report on my laptop. Suddenly, the cleaner, probably around 50 years old, entered my office with cleaning supplies.
– “Sorry, sir, sorry… I didn’t mean to disturb you. I’ll clean the floor in five minutes,” she said. I looked up and was stunned. The woman in front of me looked remarkably like my mother, who had passed away 28 years ago.
– “Oh my God… this is unbelievable,” I whispered, not believing my own eyes. – “It’s fine… please come in,” I said, carefully observing her as she walked through the office. – “Hmm, I don’t think I’ve seen you here before… but your face looks so familiar.
The woman smiled and turned to me.
– “My name is Laura, sir. I just started working here. The town is small… maybe you’ve seen me somewhere. I moved here only two weeks ago.”
– “I’m Steve,” I replied, overcome with a strange suspicion. – “Laura, I don’t understand why I have such a strange feeling when I look at you… but maybe you’re right,” I added, reaching for my cup of coffee, but accidentally spilled it on my laptop.
– “Don’t worry, sir… I’ll clean everything up,” Laura said, leaving the mop and quickly approaching my desk to wipe up the mess. She rolled up her sleeves and began wiping the laptop with a cloth. I noticed a scar on her left arm.
– “All done… the laptop is clean!” Laura said, turning to face me.
– “That scar… how did you get it?” I asked, turning pale.
– “Oh, that scar… This may sound strange to you, but I don’t remember anything that happened to me over 20 years ago. I have amnesia… I don’t even remember my own name. When I saw the name ‘Laura’ on an advertisement, I took it for myself… and I don’t remember how I got this scar.”
My heart started to beat faster.
– “What about your family… and friends?” I asked, still looking at the oval scar on her left arm.
– “I don’t have anyone!” she said sadly. “No one came for me all these years… even when I was in the hospital. I’ve been living a nomadic life and finally found a job here.”
I felt a strange unease. Her resemblance to my mother and this scar made me believe in a strange theory.
– “Laura, you may not believe it, but you look remarkably like my deceased mother, whom I only saw in an old photograph,” I confessed.
– “What? I look like your deceased mother? Oh my God… really?” Laura stopped.
– “Yes… you look so much like my mother… she passed away 28 years ago, according to my father,” I replied. “She had exactly the same scar. I know this sounds crazy, but maybe we could do a paternity test? I don’t know why I’m saying this… but something is bothering me. Something isn’t right… and I want to find out if there’s any chance…”
Laura thought for a few seconds. She was also curious if there was any connection between us and agreed to the test.
On the way to the hospital, there was a tense silence. I was excited about the possibility of a positive result. I knew I would have to face many truths if Laura turned out to be my biological mother.
At the hospital, I asked the nurse to perform the paternity test as quickly as possible. In the waiting room, I asked Laura:
– “What do you remember about your past, Laura?
– “I remember waking up in the forest. A lumberjack said he found me when I was floating in the river… and then the hospital… the doctors said I had amnesia. And now… this new life!”
At that moment, the nurse approached and handed me the file.
– “The probability of kinship… 99.99%!” I shouted, reading. – “That means… YOU’RE MY MOTHER!”
Laura trembled, and I hugged her, starting to cry.
– “You’re my mom, Laura!
