It turns out that Brother Nam survived the accident, but lost his memory and was taken by fate to another place.
There were people who helped him, but all he remembers is “a woman who loved daisies.”
That’s why when we first met at the project, he said I seemed familiar.
He couldn’t explain it, but he said he felt a connection.
And here’s the thing—my name “Linh” was Mom’s middle name when she was young.
It seemed like fate was playing a joke. It brought back a memory, but in a painful way.
My tears flowed down my cheeks.
“You mean… he was the ones before…”
Mom nodded, tears flowing down her cheeks:
“Yes, daughter. But don’t worry, you’re not related by blood.
I just didn’t expect that the man I loved then would be the same man my daughter loves now.”
Everyone was silent.
I felt a weight on my chest, as if I didn’t know where to go.
Kuya Nam finally spoke:
“Linh, forgive me. I didn’t know that this was the truth. I never meant to hurt you.”
That evening, I sat on the balcony.
Mom came over and patted my shoulder.
“Daughter, love is not a sin. But sometimes, fate sets things not to last, but to teach us to forgive and say goodbye.”
I cried—not out of anger, but out of pity and understanding.
I knew what I felt was true, but I couldn’t continue to do so.
A few months later, Nam left the city.
He left a letter:
“Thank you, Linh, for reminding me of what it feels like to love again.
When we met, I regained part of the past I had lost.
And when I met your mother, I found my own peace.
Even though we weren’t meant for each other, I will carry your kindness in my heart for the rest of my life.”
Mom kept the letter in a small box, next to Dad’s picture.
She said:
“Sometimes, life’s relationships are not given to bind us, but to teach us the value of letting go.”
Years passed. I became a designer.
And every time I see daisies, I always think of Nam — the man I loved, but more than that, the man who taught me that true love doesn’t have to end together to remain beautiful.
“True love doesn’t always have a happy ending.
But if it’s filled with respect and kindness, it stays beautiful—forever.”
