After dating a divorced man named Mike for five years, I was nervous to visit his mother’s house. My heart sank a bit when I saw framed photos of him and his ex-wife.
But what really shocked me was a different picture on the mantelpiece—a photo of me that I didn’t even know existed. In it, I was sitting alone in a café years ago, reading a book, completely unaware of the camera.
When I asked Mike about it, he explained that years before we ever met, his mother had seen me at that same café.
She had been so struck by my peaceful expression that she felt a strange connection to me. She took the photo, with my permission, and kept it.
Years later, she was stunned to discover that I was the same woman from the picture when Mike introduced us.
What started as a feeling of unease quickly transformed into a moment of destiny.
Mike’s mother told me she believed it was a sign, that life sometimes leaves us clues to guide us where we’re supposed to be.
Looking at that old photo, I had to agree. Sometimes, the past leaves us breadcrumbs to lead us to where we are meant to be.
