Howard has spent his life alone. One day, there’s a knock at his door, and when he opens it, he discovers Kira, his first love. She hands him a worn red box. “I was supposed to give this to you all those years ago,” she says. Inside lies a secret that will break his heart, but also heal it.
I was slumped in my favorite chair, half-watching a rerun of an old sitcom, when there was a knock at the door.
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I didn’t pay attention to it. The neighborhood kids always came by, especially on weekdays, after I finished my bus ride. I never had a family, so I enjoyed their company.
They crowded around my porch, eager to hear stories or play board games in the yard. These visits were the bright spots in my quiet life, filling the empty spaces between the morning commute and the evening silence.
So I stood up from my chair, already smiling.
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“I’m coming!” I replied, dragging my feet towards the door.
Maybe it was little Tommy who wanted to show me his latest science project, or Sarah who wanted to ask for help with her math homework.
But when I opened that door, my whole world turned upside down.
A woman about my age stood there, holding a small red box that looked as worn as we were. Her silver hair caught in the afternoon light.
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She was vaguely familiar, but I only recognized her when our eyes met. My heart stopped, started, then stumbled as if learning to beat again.
“Kira?” The name felt strange on my tongue, like a language I’d forgotten how to speak. “Is that really you?”
She tilted her head slightly and smiled. It wasn’t the bright, carefree smile I remembered from our youth, but she was definitely my high school sweetheart, the first girl I ever loved. The first girl who broke my heart, too.
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“Hello, Howard.” His voice was different, deeper with age, but still unmistakably his. “I finally found you after two years of searching.”
“Are you back?” I asked. A question that came from my heart, not my head, as feelings I thought I’d buried for years resurfaced within me. “But…”
But it didn’t make sense. Not after all these years. Suddenly, I wasn’t 65 anymore. I was 17, and the memory of the night Kira broke my heart hit me like a physical force.
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48 years ago
The gymnasium sparkled with cheap prom decorations and cheaper dreams. Paper streamers hung from the basketball hoops, and the disco ball scattered diamonds across Kira’s blue dress as we swayed on the dance floor.
Her head rested against my shoulder, her dark hair falling in waves down her back. I lightly twirled a loose strand between my fingers and smiled at her.
When I thought about the future, all I saw was Kira and me, living together, growing old together. I wanted to ask her to marry me, but I didn’t have the courage yet.
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“Howard?” she whispered against my collar.
“Hmm ?”
“Can we step outside for a minute?” She looked up at me, and something in her gaze made me think.
I nodded and led her through the crowd, our fingers intertwined. The spring air hit us like an alarm clock, cool and refreshing after the sweltering gym.
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Kira led me to the old oak tree where we had shared our first kiss in freshman year.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, noticing her avoiding my gaze.
She took both of my hands in hers. “I didn’t want to tell you sooner. I wanted tonight to be perfect.”
“Tell me what?”
“We’re moving.” His voice broke. “To Germany. My father’s company… they’re transferring it. We’re leaving tomorrow.”
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The world stopped spinning. “Tomorrow? But… what about graduation? What about college? We were supposed to go to college together.”
“I know.” Tears streamed down her cheeks, catching the moonlight. “I begged them to wait, just so I could have prom with you. But Dad has to show up on Monday.”
All my dreams of a future together shattered like crystal. But no, I won’t give up on Kira so easily. We can still make this work.
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“We can write to each other… call each other. I’ll come see you when I have a job…”
Kira shook her head and wiped her eyes. “Howard, you know long distance never works. You might meet someone at college, and I don’t want to hold you back.”
“Never!” I took her hands in mine. “You’re the love of my life, Kira. I’ll wait for you, as long as it takes. I… I want to marry you.”
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She put her hands over her mouth and collapsed at that moment. I held her close, trying to memorize everything about that moment as I whispered promises and begged her to stay in touch.
We stood there under that oak tree until the last song faded, holding each other as if we could stop time if we held on tight enough.
“I’ll write to you,” she promised when we parted that night.
But I never heard from her again until today.
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Today
“Howard?” Kira’s voice made me rewind.
“Why are you here, Kira? Why now?”
She handed me the little red box. “I was supposed to give this to you all those years ago, but my mother never sent it. Because of that, our lives have changed forever. Please open it now.”
I reached out and took the box from him.
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With trembling fingers, I lifted the lid. Inside was a folded letter, yellowed with age. And underneath—my heart stopped—a pregnancy test.
A positive pregnancy test.
“Kira…” My voice broke on her name.
Another wave of memories washed over me: stolen kisses between classes, summer afternoons by the lake… we had given ourselves to each other, body and soul, in an abandoned cabin near the shore; a promise we thought would last forever.
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“I found out after we moved,” she said, the words escaping as if she’d been holding them in for too long. “I gave the box to my mom and begged her to send it to you. When I didn’t get a reply, I thought… I thought you didn’t want us.”
“But I never knew,” I whispered, my hands shaking as I held the test, the little piece of plastic that had changed everything. “I waited for a letter from you, but I never received anything.”
“Yes… that’s why I’m here now, Howard. The box was never sent. My mother kept it hidden. I only found it recently, while going through her things in the attic.”
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She wiped her eyes. “I raised our baby alone, Howard. With my parents’ help. All these years, I thought you’d abandoned us.”
The room spun around me. A baby. We had a baby.
“Did you…” My voice failed me. I tried again. “Did you have the baby?”
She nodded, a smile breaking through her tears. “A son. Our son.”
My chest was too tight to breathe. “Where is he?”
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Kira glanced toward the street. “He’s here. In the car. Do you want to meet him?”
I was already walking past her, my legs shaking with every step.
There was a blue sedan parked on the sidewalk nearby. Someone was inside the car. As I glanced at the vehicle, the door opened and a man in his forties got out.
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My age when I started driving the school bus. He turned to look at me, and I felt like I was seeing my reflection from 20 years ago.
We stared at each other across the yard, motionless. Then he took a step forward, and another, until he was standing at the bottom of my porch steps.
“Hi, Dad.”
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The word broke something in my chest. Before I even knew what I was doing, I rushed up the steps and hugged him.
He hugged me back just as fiercely, and suddenly I started crying my eyes out.
“My name is Michael,” he said when we finally separated, both of us wiping our eyes. “I’m a teacher, actually. High school English.”
“Michael,” I repeated, tasting the name of the son I should have known from the start. “Are you a teacher?”
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“We live in Portland now,” Kira said from the porch. “Michael and his wife just had their first baby. You’re a grandfather, Howard.” She paused. “I’m sorry it took me so long to find you.”
“It’s not your fault,” I replied. “I’m sorry I didn’t make a bigger effort to find you. I should have known something was wrong. If only…”
Kira shook her head vigorously. “We can’t change the past, but we can make the most of the future. Why don’t you come stay with us in Portland? Get to know your family.”
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I looked at my house and thought about the children in the neighborhood, my familiar routine, the life I had built in my solitude.
Then I looked at my son and saw decades of missing memories reflected in his eyes.
“Yes,” I said. “I would love to.”
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Kira came down to join us, and for the first time since I was a child, I participated in a family hug.
Standing between the woman I had never stopped loving and the son I had just found, I realized that even though the past had been stolen from us, love had found a way to bring us together.
Here’s another story : For years, I ignored the little box under our Christmas tree. My husband said it was just a memento of his first love, but memories don’t haunt you like that. Last Christmas, something inside me snapped. I opened the gift and discovered a secret that changed everything.
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