One evening, I got a text from my wife: “Pick me up from work now. It’s urgent.” Without hesitation, I rushed over. But when she got in the car, she looked at me in shock. “I never texted you,” she whispered. I showed her the message on my phone, and her face went pale. She pulled out her own phone — same model, same number — but there was no trace of the text.
As we sat in silence, another message popped up on my phone: “Congratulations! You’re going to be parents.” My wife’s hands trembled as she revealed the envelope she had been hiding — a positive pregnancy test she had planned to surprise me with later. Neither of us had told a soul, yet somehow the message knew. To this day, we don’t know how it happened. But we took it as a sign — a mysterious, beautiful reminder that our family’s story had just begun, written with love and a touch of the unexplainable.
