The Dead Dad Who Came Back

On the anniversary of my father's death, Mom and I went to pay our respects.

Mom suddenly wanted to place something inside Dad's urn.

But when the staff member brought out the urn, Mom and I froze instantly.

Because the photo on the urn in front of us wasn't my dad at all—it was some stranger.

I demanded an explanation from the staff member, my voice shaking.

"What's going on? Why is there someone else's ashes in my father's plot?"

Mom clutched her chest beside me, her heart condition nearly flaring up from the shock.