As I stepped into my girlfriend’s parents’ house for the first time, I was instantly struck by a sense of déjà vu. The familiarity of the surroundings washed over me like a wave, leaving me momentarily speechless. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had been there before.

The living room was adorned with familiar knick-knacks, and the air was filled with a distinct scent that tugged at the corners of my memory. It was then that I noticed the clock on the wall—a clock that I had seen countless times before, in a place that felt like a lifetime ago.

“Hey, babe, is your mom by any chance…” I began, my voice trailing off as the kitchen door swung open, revealing her mom holding a tray of snacks. And in that moment, time seemed to stand still.
My heart skipped a beat as I locked eyes with her mom, and a flood of recognition washed over me. It couldn’t be… but it was. Her mom was someone I had known in a different life, a life that I had long since left behind.
I wanted to disappear, to sink into the floor and escape the awkwardness of the situation. Because her mom wasn’t just any mom—she was someone from my past, someone who held memories that I had buried deep within the recesses of my mind.

As her mom approached us with a warm smile, I struggled to maintain my composure. How could I explain the rush of emotions that surged within me? How could I reconcile the past with the present, knowing that the two were inexplicably intertwined?

But as her mom greeted me warmly and welcomed me into their home, I realized that dwelling on the past would only cloud the beauty of the present moment. Despite the unexpected twist of fate, I was here with my girlfriend, surrounded by love and warmth.

And as we sat together in her parents’ living room, sharing stories and laughter, I couldn’t help but feel grateful for the serendipitous turn of events that had brought us together. Because sometimes, the most unexpected encounters can lead to the most precious moments of all.