Cemetery watchman sets up hidden camera and falls asleep

If not today, then tomorrow we’ll meet my father.” At that moment, a bell rang nearby. The girl shuddered with her whole body.

“My God, I often go to this church to pray, could my father really be here? I haven’t seen him once in ten years, and he’s been right here, so close,” Katya said, tears streaming down her face. Her intuition didn’t fail her. The priest, Father Tikhon, said they had a bell ringer who matched the description and age of Katya’s father.

“He doesn’t remember his name but said to call him Mikhail.” “He guessed, or maybe remembered,” Katya whispered. “My name is Ekaterina Mikhailovna…

I’ll call him now,” the priest promised and disappeared behind the door. A few minutes later, a thin, stooped man with a gray beard and sad eyes, like Katya’s, entered the church. He hesitantly took a few steps forward.

Katya recognized him instantly. Her hands trembled, and her breath caught. The next moment, she cried, “Father!” and threw herself around his neck.

Emotions flickered in the man’s eyes, like distant memories coming to life. He reached out a trembling hand and ran it through Katya’s hair. The touch was both uncertain and profound, a silent acknowledgment of feelings words couldn’t convey.

“You’re my daughter,” Mikhail whispered in a hoarse voice. Ten years ago, he lost his memory after hitting his head on rocks when the fishing boat sank. But by some instinct, a subconscious pull, he was drawn to this city.

“How sad that Katya didn’t sense it sooner, and Tanyusha left for the other world entirely.” When Mikhail learned about Tanya, he couldn’t hold back tears and sobbed. Moments later, Katya said, “Father, come live with me,” and Sergey, smiling, corrected, “With us.”

The man looked at Katya, then at Sergey, bewildered, and realized he had found a new life with loved ones.