The husband did not let his wife into the barn for 35 years. After the funeral, she decided to come in and fainted when she saw it…

“He knew. I think no one was angrier at himself than David. You didn’t know him, how he changed.

But I can say with certainty he didn’t blame you. He blamed only himself for his misery,” Sarah replied.

Lydia and Sarah talked for hours. When David left his first family, he hurled insults not just at his ex-wife but at his daughter. Yes, she was only three, unlikely to have hurt anyone, but an angry David didn’t see it that way.

Perhaps that’s why he couldn’t find the strength to reply to Lydia or meet her. After their café talk, Sarah invited Lydia to visit, to touch her father’s life, see his grave, and spend time together.

Lydia agreed. She was a teacher in the city, and her vacation had just started, so she could stay at her father’s house for a couple of months. Lydia studied David’s photos with interest and listened to Sarah’s stories about their life.

When she learned her father had kept her childhood toys and letters, reading and preserving each one, she couldn’t hold back tears. It hurt that he never replied. The next day, Sarah took Lydia to the cemetery.

Lydia wanted to stay at the grave alone. As Sarah walked away, she glanced back and saw Lydia lying on the grave, weeping. It broke her heart.

“Why didn’t you and Dad have kids?” Lydia asked when she returned. “Sorry if it’s too personal or painful.” “It’s okay,” Sarah said. “Though it’s a sore subject.

I’ll be clear: I have no health issues. I always dreamed of being a mom, but David made it clear we wouldn’t have heirs. I even thought of tricking him, but you know your dad’s temperament.

My dream didn’t come true, so now I’m alone.” Lydia placed her hand on Sarah’s, looking at her with empathy, then smiled. “You’re not alone. You have me, if you’ll have me,” she said.

“I’m alone too, except for my husband.” Only then did Sarah learn Lydia was married. It wasn’t surprising—she was nearly 37.

Sarah felt ashamed for not asking about Lydia’s personal life during their talks. She was thrilled to continue their connection, ready to be a mother and father to her, giving her the love she’d lost due to her parents’ feud.

“If you dreamed of caring for little ones, that dream will come true soon,” Lydia said. Sarah’s eyes lit up with joy. Lydia was pregnant, still early, which is why Sarah hadn’t noticed.

Sarah hugged her tightly, crying tears of happiness. She felt as proud as if Lydia were her own daughter, having accepted she’d never be a grandmother.

Now her dream was coming true. Sarah insisted Lydia and her husband move into the suburban house. There was plenty of room.

Thankfully, Lydia’s husband agreed, noting it would be calmer for the baby, and their city apartment was small. Commuting to school, daycare, and work would be manageable.

Sarah wasn’t young, so living with others would be good for her. Lydia rented out her city apartment, saving it for her child…