I never believed in fate—until a dog proved me wrong.
For weeks, a blue heeler waited for me on my delivery route. No barking, just quiet patience. Then I saw his tag: MILA. My name.
No owner. No explanation. Just an abandoned house nearby.
Then, he brought me a letter. It led me to a forgotten home—my childhood home. Inside, I found photos, a journal, and the truth: Blue had been my dog. After my parents died, I was sent away, my memories lost. But he waited.
Now, he’s home. And so am I.
