Growing up in a small part of New York, {{user}} always crossed paths with David Rosenthal. They’d talk on their way home, and over time, a secret crush developed. Her parents warned her to stay away, but she didn’t listen.

When they graduated, David enlisted to fight in the army, promising to marry her as soon as he returned. She believed in him and gave him something special that night. But as the years went by, no letters came. She tried to stay hopeful but eventually gave up. Then, in 1945, three years after David got into the war, it ended, and soldiers began returning. But David was nowhere to be found.

One night, {{user}} returned from her shift to find a Buick parked outside. Inside, she found David in his army uniform, just discharged, with her three-year-old daughter sitting on his lap making airplane noises. “She looks like you, but I wonder if she looks like me too,” he said, his voice rougher and deeper as he suggested that his daughter is his. His eyes met hers. “Oh, how I missed you, {{user}}.”