Mystery story 13/03/2025 17:14

I Sold My Late Mom's Belongings at a Flea Market, Where a Stranger's Story Made Me Secretly Take a Hair from His Coat for a DNA Test — Story of the Day

While selling my late mom’s belongings, an older man recognized her pendant. His story shook me, and as he turned to leave, I took a strand of hair from his coat, determined to uncover the truth about my father.

 

After my mother passed away, I walked into our old house, and the silence hit me like a wave. The rooms felt hollow like they were waiting for someone who wasn’t coming back.

“Okay, just start,” I whispered to myself, though my legs refused to move.

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The air smelled faintly of her cinnamon rolls, always warm on Saturdays. I could almost hear the rustle of her dress as she walked through the hall, humming under her breath. But now, everything was still.

I forced myself toward the living room. Boxes were stacked neatly, waiting for me to decide their fate. My fingers hovered over the first one, and I sighed.

“This is ridiculous. It’s just stuff.”

 
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But every item pulled at me. Her old coffee mug, the one with the chip that I always told her to throw away. Her scarf, the one I’d borrowed without asking. I couldn’t let go, not yet.

And then I saw it. The pendant. It was tucked under a stack of faded letters. The emerald gleamed, catching the dim light.

“I’ve never seen this before. Where did this come from?”

Mom never wore jewelry like this. I stared at it.

“Well,” I said to myself again, “I guess it goes in the sale box.”

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***

The fair was alive with energy. The sweet, nutty aroma of roasted almonds and caramel was mixed with the faint tang of dust kicked up by the crowd.

My little table was wedged between a stall selling handmade candles and another offering second-hand books.

“Not exactly prime real estate,” I muttered to myself, rearranging a few items on the table.

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People walked by, some slowing down to glance at the assortment of belongings from my mother’s house. A couple picked up an old vase, murmured something to each other, and put it back. A child tugged at his mother’s sleeve, pointing at a set of vintage postcards.

 

“Excuse me,” a deep, slightly raspy voice broke through the noise.

I looked up to see an older man standing before me. His face was weathered, with deep lines etched around his eyes and mouth. He pointed to the pendant lying among the other items.

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“May I?” he asked.

“Of course,” I replied, watching as he picked it up carefully.

He held it up to the light. His expression softened.

“This pendant,” he began, his voice quieter now, “it’s beautiful. Where did it come from?”

“It belonged to my mother,” I explained, folding my hands nervously. “I found it while sorting through her things.”

 
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