Her father and father went missing on vacation, 15 years later my mother received a surprising letter…

Father and daughter go missing on vacation, 15 years later the mother receives a shocking letter…
That hot summer day, Mrs. Lourdes’ family decided to go on vacation to a peaceful beach in San Juan, La Union. It was supposed to be a simple trip, but it turned into a fateful turn. Her husband, Ramon, and their little daughter, Tala, went to the beach for a walk in the afternoon. They said they would go for a while, breathe the sea breeze, and then return to the hotel for dinner. But by nightfall, the two had not returned.

At first, Mrs. Lourdes thought her husband and daughter might have gotten lost or been playing around. But when midnight passed, their phone calls were unreachable, so she reported it to the local police. The Coast Guard and rescue teams searched for days along the coast, into the coastal forest, and even extended to the Naguilian–Kennon pass. The result was still zero. Mr. Ramon and little Tala disappeared without a trace, except for a pair of small sandals washed ashore by the waves.

The incident shocked the whole region. Local newspapers reported on the mysterious disappearance, with theories after theories: swept away by the waves, kidnapped, or left on her own accord… but no evidence was clear enough. Mrs. Lourdes was devastated: she had lost both her husband and her child. In the following days, she was like a shadow, clinging to the faint hope that a miracle would come.

Time passed, the searches gradually ended. The police announced that it was highly likely that the father and son had an accident at sea. Relatives and neighbors in Quezon City advised her to accept the truth. But deep down, she always believed that her husband and child were not dead. A mother’s intuition does not lie.

From then on, her life was gray. She still lived in the old house, kept little Tala’s room intact, and did not change anything. Every day, she went to teach at the public elementary school in the barangay, and in the afternoon she quietly burned incense in front of her husband’s portrait, looking at her child’s little dress hanging in the closet.

Fifteen years passed quickly. She was over fifty. Relatives advised her to remarry, but she shook her head. In her heart, she kept a place for her husband and children – although many said it was an illusion. In class, the children chattered, making her both happy and sad: happy because of their laughter, sad because she missed Tala. On Simbang Gabi or Christmas, she still set out extra bowls and chopsticks for her husband and children – out of habit, keeping the belief that they would return.

Then one rainy afternoon, after returning from teaching, she found an envelope on the door with no sender’s name, only a scribbled line: “Para kay Lourdes – balita mula sa nakaraan.” (To Mrs. Lourdes – news from the past).

She opened it with trembling hands. Inside was an old handwritten letter. The familiar handwriting made her heart ache: it was indeed Mr. Ramon’s.

“Lourdes, if you are reading this letter, it has been a long time since the day my son and I disappeared. I never wanted to leave you. But something unexpected happened that day… My son and I did not die. We were taken away, forced to live a different life. I am sorry that I could not contact you for all these years. Believe me: Tala is still alive. She has grown up and misses you very much…”

Mrs. Lourdes’s hands were shaking, tears streaming down her face. There was also a photo in the envelope: a girl in her twenties standing next to a man with gray hair – clearly Tala and Ramon.

After 15 years, the first sign: her husband and son were still alive.

Calming down, she took the letter to the police station to have it checked. The results of the examination: the paper was old, the handwriting was indeed Mr. Ramon’s. The strange thing was that the postmark was from Mountain Province (the Cordillera Mountains).

She quit teaching and headed north to find the truth. The journey was arduous: she asked around from Baguio to Bontoc, someone said they had seen a young man and girl living separately in a sitio (small village), with little contact with the outside world.

She followed the clues, going up steep passes, slippery dirt roads. Finally, she stood in front of a wooden house hidden in the pine forest. Her heart was pounding. The door opened. A thin man with white hair appeared. He was moved:

— Lourdes… is that really you?

She burst into tears, hugging him. Behind her, a girl stepped out – Tala, now 23. Her face was different from before, but her eyes were the same as when she was a child.

In the tearful moment of reunion, Mr. Ramon told the truth: years ago, the father and daughter were kidnapped by a group of human traffickers along the coast. On the way, with the help of a kind Kankanaey, they escaped. Fearing revenge, he hid his son in the forest for 15 years, living on the fields and cutting himself off from the world. He always wanted to report the news, but there was no safe way. Only when the ringleader died did he dare to send a letter.

After hearing this, Mrs. Lourdes was both sad and happy. Finally, the family reunited. They decided to return to Quezon City, starting over: reporting to the authorities, getting papers for Tala, and seeking psychological support to heal the invisible wounds.

The story spread and made many people cry. Because sometimes, miracles still happen – when love and faith are not extinguished. The years of loss cannot be erased, but from the unfinished letter written in the rain and the journey of a mother crossing the mountain, people understand that: hope, like the waves and winds of the mountain, never completely disappears.