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At My Mother's Funeral, I Met a Mysterious Man Who Looked Just like Me – What He Revealed Left Me Speechless

Prenesa Naidoo
Apr 24, 2024
10:05 A.M.

When Elle's mother passes away, she moves through the funeral in a daze. But then, she stumbles upon a man who closely resembles her. When he approaches her, he reveals that he is her biological father—who had been hidden away all this time. Elle doesn't know whether she should tell her father and risk losing the only other parent she has ever known.

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At my mother's funeral, the heavy, stifling air seemed to compress around us—it was a tangible manifestation of the collective grief. The flames from the candles around the church creating a glow that seemed encompass us.

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My mother was a well-known woman, and people loved her. It was evident in the crowd and the flowers that had kept showing up at our home, not to mention the casseroles of food that appeared on our countertops every day.

It was comforting, but it was also chaotic. My father and I didn't know how to react to it.

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"It's just overwhelming, Elle," my father said when we sat down to eat one of the casseroles the night before the funeral.

"I know, Dad," I agreed. "But I'm torn between feeling grateful for the support and annoyed at the smothering."

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A casserole of food | Source: Unsplash

I felt bad to admit it—but I hated having all the people around us. It was just too much. My mother's sisters kept trying to take care of me. One aunt had sat on my bed and tried to brush my hair, telling me all about how my mother loved my hair.

We hadn't expected it—my father and I. Mom had been fine. She picked up a cold out of the ordinary as the seasons changed, and then everything escalated quickly.

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When my mom had trouble breathing, we had to call an ambulance to take her to the hospital. But from there, her pressure dropped.

And she passed away.

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On the morning of the funeral, my father and I spent an hour drinking tea in the kitchen. We both knew that the day ahead was going to be impossibly long and draining.

"But we'll get through it, darling," my father said, taking my hand. "And the moment you need a break from it all, you just tell me."

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A cup of tea and cookies | Source: Unsplash

"Can I wear something of Mom's?" I asked him.

"Of course, you can," my father said. "Come and take her jewelry box."

After a meltdown because he couldn't find his black tie, I went to my room to get ready for something that I didn't think would happen so soon.

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I didn't think that I would find myself standing in my childhood bedroom, looking for a black dress to wear to my mother's funeral.

I put on a pair of my mom's earrings while looking at myself in the mirror.

I looked just like her—or more like her than my father.

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Later, when we got to the church, I navigated through the somber crowd, offering subdued nods and half-hearted smiles. My gaze caught on a man who was trying to get my attention.

He sat on a chair in the corner of the room, his phone in one hand and the hymn booklet in the other. He was an eerie reflection of myself, existing alone.

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A man sitting on a chair | Source: Pexels

His presence was a dissonant note in the mournful harmony.

When he realized that I was watching him, he approached me, each step measured and deliberate, until he stood uncomfortably close.

"Elle," he said, sounding out my name in his mouth. "I'm your real father."

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Confusion flooded my thoughts, closely followed by anger. My jaw dropped.

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Who was this man, and why did he think that he could just attend my mother's funeral and make up stories?

"That's impossible," I hissed, darting glances around to see if anyone was listening.

Unperturbed, he continued.

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"Your mother and I had an affair. She paid me to stay hidden—to not disrupt the tidy narrative of her life in this wealthy family."

His eyes were unyielding, pressing the truth into me like a brand.

The world seemed to pivot on its axis, the ground unsteady beneath my feet.

"You're lying," I breathed, tears already threatening to escape.

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But he pushed on, detailing that my mother had been extremely strict about the fact she didn't want him to meet me.

"She was embarrassed by me because I didn't come from this kind of wealth, Elle," he said. "But I chose your name. I told her to keep you. And that everything would be okay. She showed me the first sonogram."

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I looked down at the ground. I didn't know how to react to this man and the things that were coming out of his mouth.

Could there be some truth to it?

Glancing back up and him, I looked at his face — his eyes were similar to mine in shape, but the color was identical.

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The curve of his nose was similar too. In that moment, I let myself believe that maybe what he was saying was the truth.

"But of course, your mother chose Ben," he said, nodding toward my father who sat next to the coffin on the other side of the room.

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I closed my eyes. I wanted him to disappear. Even if it were the truth, there was nothing stopping him from coming to reveal himself to me sooner. He could have tried harder. He could have fought to know me. But he had chosen money.

"Now that she's gone," he continued, the heat from his breath on my face. "There's no one left to pay for my silence."

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I blinked at him, unable to respond. For the first time since seeing him, fear shot up my spine.

"I could unravel everything here, today. I could shatter the illusion of your perfect life," he growled.

Panic clawed at my chest as I imagined the consequences. My father, the man who had raised me, was here, enveloped in his own grief not far from us.

This revelation would devastate him completely. He had already lost my mother, but this would make him lessen his love for her. This secret would shatter her memory.

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"Please, just go," I pleaded, desperation tinging my voice. "You'll destroy my father."

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The man shook his head slowly, his leather jacket catching the light.

"I need security—the financial security—the same your mother provided. Pay me, continuously, and the secret remains buried. If not, your father will probably throw you out, your family will disown you."

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I clenched my fists in anger. This was unbelievable. But the thought of my father cutting me out of his life wrecked me. I had just lost my mother; my father couldn't follow.

"Do you think so little of my father?" I asked the man. "My father's love isn't contingent on blood. He won't cast me aside because of a mistake my mother made years ago."

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The man's smirk faltered, and he put his hands into his pockets.

"Are you willing to gamble your entire life on that hope?" he asked.

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I was about to retort when another voice cut through the tension. It was warm and familiar—it was my father.

"My daughter doesn't have to gamble on anything, Chuck," he said.

We both turned to see my father standing there, his expression unreadable. He had heard everything. My heart stuttered in fear and relief.

He stepped forward, his gaze never leaving the man who claimed to be my biological father.

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"I knew about him," my father said, putting his arm around me. "I've known for years. I didn't care then, and I don't care now. You're my daughter."

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My father kicked the man out of the funeral, threatening to call the police on him for harassment.

I wanted nothing more than to go home and get into my bed—to hide away from the world while I processed everything I had just learned.

On one hand, I was understanding the grieving process—understanding what it meant to miss a person who was never going to come back. But on the other hand, I had to now accept the fact that biologically, I was half of a stranger.

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As the service went on, and I listened to the speeches about my mother—I wondered why she didn't tell me the truth. There were so many opportunities—every time we cooked together, or had an outing. Every time we drove to the grocery store, or just read together. There had been endless possibilities.

Later, when my father and I sat down in our silent home, drinking tea and eating leftover pastries, he smiled at me.

"Were you going to tell me about Chuck?" he asked.

I nodded.

"I was terrified at the thoughts running through my mind at the time," I admitted. "But I wasn't just going to pay him off."

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My father smiled and put his hand on mine.

"You chose truth and trust over fear and deceit," he said. "You are every bit my daughter, and nothing will change that."

He went on to tell me that he couldn't understand why my mom continued to pay off my biological father even after he found out.

"I suppose she just wanted to compensate for the fact that we got to love you," my father said.

Now, I'm mourning the loss of my mother, while trying to decide if I'm angry at her or not. Only time will tell.

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What would you have done?

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Steve begins his day like any other — nothing out of the ordinary, just a man saying goodbye to his wife as he leaves for work. But as the day moves on, he receives urgent calls and texts from his son. When he gets home, nothing is as it seems. Now, there's a strange man in his house, a pregnant wife with a baby that may not be his, and a crying son. What does it all mean?

Read the full story here.

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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