For 30 years, an elderly woman swept in front of the hospital waiting to see her stolen daughter come out… until one night she recognized her, but the doctor rejected her without imagining the truth.

I nodded.

—Yes… mom.

The cry he let out was so deep that it seemed to come from his soul.

I hugged her.

And for the first time in my life I felt something strange.

Something I had never felt with anyone.

As if a lost part of me… had finally returned home.

Behind us, the black car started.

And my past went with him.

But that night, as we walked together in the rain, I understood something that no medical book had taught me.

The blood can separate.

It can be hidden.

Can lie.

But sooner or later…

always find your way back.