A wealthy man's chance encounter with a destitute child leads him to discover his long-lost wife and daughter, prompting a journey of reconciliation, forgiveness, and profound social impact.
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The black car moved slowly through the
busy street. Inside sat Bulma, a very
rich man. [music] He wore a fine suit.
His driver took him to an important
meeting. The sun was hot and bright.
[music] People walked on both sides of
the road. Bulma looked out through the
dark window. He saw shops and houses.
[music] He saw women selling fruit. Then
he saw something that made his heart
stop. A small girl sat on the ground
near the road. She wore torn, dirty
clothes. Her face was covered in dust.
She held out her small hand to people
passing by. She was begging for money.
Bulma told his driver to stop the car.
[music] The driver looked surprised, but
he stopped. Bulma opened the door and
stepped out. [music] He walked toward
the little girl. His shoes were shiny
and expensive. The ground was dusty and
rough. When he got close, he looked at
the girl carefully. She had big brown
[music] eyes. Her hair was rough and
unccombed. She looked up at him with
those big eyes.
Bulma felt something strange in his
chest. The girl looked exactly like his
wife. The same eyes, the same nose, the
same shape of face. [music]
But how could this be? The girl did not
speak. She just kept her hand out. Bulma
reached into his pocket. [music] He
pulled out some money and put it in her
hand. The girl looked at the money. Her
eyes grew wide. She had never seen so
much money before. Bulma bent down so
his face was close to hers. "Where is
your mother?" he asked. The girl looked
[music] down. She did not answer. Bulma
asked again, "Where do you live?" The
girl pointed down the street. She
pointed to a small house far away. It
looked old and broken. Bulma stood up
straight. His mind was full of
questions. Who was this girl? Why did
she look like [music] his wife? Before
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story. Bulma walked back to his car. He
told his driver to follow the girl. The
girl stood up and started walking. She
did not know Bulma was following her.
She walked slowly because her feet were
bare and dirty. The ground was hot from
the sun. [music] She turned into a
narrow path between two houses. Bulma
got out of the car again. He told the
driver to wait. He followed the girl on
foot. The path was dirty. There was
trash on both sides. Bulma had never
walked in a place like this before.
[music] He always stayed in clean, rich
areas. The girl stopped at a very small
house. The walls were made of old wood
and metal sheets. The roof had holes in
it. She pushed open a wooden door and
went inside. Bulma waited outside for a
moment. Then he walked to the door. He
knocked softly. No one answered. He
pushed the door open and stepped inside.
The room was dark. It smelled [music]
bad. There was no furniture, just some
old cloths on the floor. In the corner,
he saw a woman lying down. She looked
very sick. Her eyes were closed. The
little girl sat next to her and touched
her face. "Mama," [music] the girl said
softly. "Mama, wake up." "I brought
money." The woman did not move. Bulma
walked closer. [music] He looked at the
woman on the floor. His heart almost
stopped again. He knew this face. He
knew it very well. It was Fana, his
wife, [music] but his wife was dead. She
died 9 years ago. Everyone told him she
died. There was even a funeral.
He cried for many months. But now here
she was lying on the floor in this
terrible place. How could this be
possible? [snorts] Bulma felt like his
legs would break under him. He held the
wall to stay standing. "Fana," [music]
he said in a quiet voice. The woman did
not move. He said it louder. Funa. The
little girl looked up at him. [music]
She looked scared. Who are you? The girl
asked. Why do you know my mama name?
Bulma did not answer her. He bent down
and touched Fana's face. Her skin was
hot. [music] She had a fever. He shook
her shoulder gently. Fana, wake up.
[music] It is me. It is Bulma. The woman
eyes opened slowly. [music] She looked
at him, but her eyes were not clear. She
did not seem to know who he was. Then
her eyes closed again. Bulma stood up
fast. He pulled out his [music] phone.
He called his driver. "Bring the car
here now," he said. He gave the driver
directions. Then he bent down and picked
up Funana. [music] She was so light, too
light. She was very thin. The little
girl stood up fast. "What are you
doing?" she cried. "Where are you taking
my mama?" Bulma looked at her. I am
taking her to the hospital, he said. She
[music] is very sick. She will die if we
do not help her. Come with me. The girl
did not move. She looked afraid. Bulma
reached out his hand. Please, he said.
[music] Trust me, I will not hurt you.
The girl took his hand. They walked out
of the small house. The driver had
brought the car close. Bulma laid Fana
in the back seat. [music] The girl
climbed in next to her. Bulma sat in
front. Drive to Mercy Hospital, he told
the driver. Drive fast. [music] The car
moved quickly through the streets. Bulma
kept turning around to look at Fana. She
did not wake up. Her breathing was slow
and weak. The little girl held her
mother hand and cried softly. Bulma felt
his own eyes fill with tears. How did
this happen? How did his wife end up in
that terrible place? And who was this
little girl? [music] They reached the
hospital in 15 minutes. Bulma jumped
out. He opened the back door and lifted
Fana again. He ran into the hospital.
Nurses saw him and rushed over with a
bed on wheels. They laid Fana on the
bed. They asked Bulma questions. What is
her name? How long has she been sick?
What happened to her? Bulma tried to
answer, but he did not know much. He
just said she had a fever. [music] She
was unconscious. Please help her. The
nurses took Fana through some big doors.
Bulma tried to follow, but a nurse
stopped him. "You must wait here," she
said. [music] Bulma stood in the waiting
area. The little girl stood next to him.
She looked so small and lost.
Her dirty clothes stood out in the clean
white hospital. People stared at them.
Bulma looked down at the girl. "What is
your name?" he [music] asked. The girl
looked up at him. "My name is Zara," she
said [music] quietly. "How old are you?"
Bulma asked. I am 9 years old, Zara
said. [music] Bulma closed his eyes. 9
years old. The same amount of time since
Fana disappeared. This child was his
daughter. He was sure of it now. But how
could he tell her? How could he explain?
[music] A doctor came out after 30
minutes. He walked to Bulma. Are you
family? The doctor [music] asked. Yes,
Bulma said. She is my wife. This is our
daughter. The doctor looked surprised,
but he did not [music] ask questions.
Your wife is very sick. The doctor said
she has malaria and she is very [music]
weak from hunger. She has not eaten good
food in a long time. We are giving her
medicine and fluids now. She should wake
up soon, but she needs to stay here for
some days. We must make her strong
again. Bulma nodded. Do whatever she
needs, he said. [music] Money is not a
problem. The doctor went back inside.
Bulma sat down on a chair. Zara sat next
to him. >> [music]
>> [music]
>> They did not talk. Bulma mind was
spinning with questions. After 1 hour, a
nurse came out. She said they could see
Funa now. Bulma and Zara followed the
nurse to a room. Funa was lying on a
clean white bed. There were tubes in her
arm. Machines beeped softly next to her,
but her eyes were open. She turned her
head when they walked in. [music]
When she saw Bulma, her eyes filled with
tears. "Bulma," she whispered. Her voice
was so weak. Bulma walked to the bed. He
did not know what to say. Zara ran to
the other side and held her mother hand.
Mama, you are awake. Zara said. Fana
smiled at her daughter. Then she looked
back at Bulma. I am sorry, she said.
Tears ran down her face. I am so sorry.
Bulma pulled a chair close to the bed.
[music] He sat down. [clears throat]
What happened? He asked. Where have you
been? Why did everyone think you were
dead? Fana closed her eyes. It is a long
story, she [music] said. A terrible
story. Funa started to speak. Her voice
was soft and Bulma had to lean close to
hear. 9 years ago, she said, I was
pregnant. You remember? We were so
happy. We were going to have our first
child. But your mother did not like me.
She never liked me. [music] She wanted
you to marry someone else, someone from
a rich family. But you chose me instead.
Your mother was very angry. She tried
many times to break us apart, but we
stayed together. Then I got pregnant. I
thought maybe she would be happy. Maybe
she would accept [music] me then. But I
was wrong. One day, Funa continued,
"Your mother came to our house. You were
[music] not home. You were at work." She
told me to follow her. She said she
wanted to buy things for the baby.
[music] I believed her. I went with her
in her car, but she did not take me to a
shop. She took me far away from the city
to a place I did not know. There were
some men waiting there. [music] Bad men.
Your mother gave them money. She told
them to take me away. She said I should
never come back. [music] She said if I
came back she would kill me and my baby.
The men put me in a truck. Fana said
they drove for many hours. Then they
left me in a village very far away. I
had no money. I had no phone. I did not
know anyone there. I was so scared.
[music] I tried to find help. I tried to
tell people who I was, but no one
believed me. I had no papers, [music]
no identification. I was just a pregnant
woman with nothing. I lived on the
streets. I begged for food. Then Zara
was born. I had my baby in a small
hospital. [music] The people there were
kind, but they had no money to help me
more. For 9 years, Fana said, I tried to
survive. I did small jobs. I washed
clothes. I cleaned houses, [music] but I
was always sick. I could not work much.
Zar and I moved from place to place. We
had no home. Sometimes we slept outside.
Sometimes people let us sleep in their
old buildings. I wanted to find you so
many times, but I was afraid. Your
mother said she would kill me. She said
she had people watching. [music] I was
so afraid she would find me and hurt
Zara. So, I stayed hidden. I stayed
away. But I never [music] stopped
thinking about you. Bulma listened to
every word. His hands shook with anger.
His mother did this. His own mother. She
took away his wife. [music] She took
away his daughter.
She let him think they were dead. She
even made a fake funeral. Bulma
remembered that day. He remembered
crying next to the coffin. He remembered
people telling him sorry for his loss.
It was all a lie. His mother lied to
everyone. She destroyed his life. She
destroyed Funana life. and she took away
nine years he could have spent with his
daughter. "Where is your mother now?"
Fana asked quietly. Bulma [music] looked
at her. "She is at my house," he said.
"She lives with me. When you
disappeared, she told me you ran away.
She [music] said you did not want to be
married anymore. She said you left a
note." I did not believe it at first,
but then the police found your clothes
by the river. They said you drowned.
They said your body was swept away.
There was a funeral. Everyone came.
[music] Everyone cried. My mother cried
the most. She held me and said sorry for
my loss. All this time she knew. She
knew you were alive. I will deal with
her. Bulma said his voice was hard and
cold. [music] She will pay for what she
did. But first you need to get better.
You need to [music] rest. Fana nodded.
She looked at Zara. The little girl was
quiet. She looked confused. She did not
understand everything they were saying.
Bulma looked at Zara too. He reached out
and touched her head gently. "Zara," he
said. [music] "Do you know who I am?"
Zara shook her head. Bulma took a deep
breath. "I am your father," he said.
Zara eyes grew big. She looked at her
mother. Fana nodded and smiled. Zara
looked back at Bulma. "But I never had a
father," she said.
Mama always said my father was far away.
She said maybe one day I would meet him.
[music] Are you really my papa? Bulma
felt tears coming to his eyes. Yes, he
said. I am your papa. I did not know you
were alive. If I knew, I would have
found you. I would have brought you
home. [music] I would have taken care of
you and your mama. Zara stared at him
for a long moment. Then she moved slowly
around the bed. She came to Bulma's
side. [music] She looked up at him with
those big eyes. "Can I hug you?" Zara
asked. Bulma could not speak. He just
nodded. Zara wrapped her small arms
around him. Bulma hugged her back. He
held his daughter for the first time.
She smelled like dust and dirt, but he
did not care. She was his child, [music]
his little girl. He had missed 9 years
of her life, nine birthdays, [music] 9
years of watching her grow. But he would
not miss anymore. He would make up for
everything. He held her tight and cried.
Funa watched them and cried too. After
so many years of pain, [music] they were
finally together again. Bulma stayed at
the hospital all day. He did not go to
his meeting. He did not go to work. He
called his assistant and told her to
cancel everything. He bought new clothes
for Zara from the hospital shop. He
bought food for her. Zara ate like she
had never seen food before. [music]
She ate rice and chicken and drank
juice. She smiled while she ate. Bulma
watched her and his heart broke. His
daughter had been starving, living
[music] on the streets, begging for
food. While he lived in a big house with
everything he needed. [music] It was not
fair. It was not right. As the sun
started to go down, Bulma called his
driver. "Take me home," he said. "I need
to get some things. [music] Then I will
come back." He told Fana he would return
soon. He kissed her forehead. He kissed
Zara head. Then he left the [music]
hospital. In the car, he sat quietly.
His mind was making a plan. He knew what
he had to do. When he reached his big
house, the gates opened. The car drove
up the long driveway. [music] The house
was huge and beautiful. It had tall
white walls and big windows. Gardens
surrounded it. [music] This was where
Bulma lived. This was where Zara should
have grown up. Bulma walked into the
house. His mother was sitting in the
living room. She was watching
television. When she saw him, she
smiled. Bulma, you are home. She said,
"How was your meeting?" Bulma did not
smile back. He walked straight to her.
His face was hard. His eyes were cold.
His mother face changed. [music] She
looked worried. "What is wrong?" she
asked. Bulma stood in front of her. "I
found Fana," he said. [music] His mother
face went white. She opened her mouth,
but no sound came out. I found my wife,"
Bulma [music] said again. "The wife you
told me was dead." "The wife you made
disappear." "I know everything. I know
what you did." His mother stood up fast.
She shook her head. "No," she said. "I
did not do anything. I do not know what
you are talking about." Bulma laughed,
but it was not a happy laugh. Do not lie
to me anymore, he said. [music] Fana
told me everything. You took her away.
You paid men to dump her far from here. >> [music]
