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On a cold day a few years ago, I came across a wallet in the street. There is no identification in it. Only three dollars, and a crumpled letter, which seems to have been with me for several years.

The only legible thing on the torn envelope is the return address. I opened the letter and saw that it was written in1924-almost 60 years ago. I read it carefully, hoping to find some clues about the identity of the wallet owner.

This is a dear John letter. The author told the recipient in a subtle way that his name was Michael and her mother forbade her to see him again. However, she will always love him. Signed Hannah.

This is a beautiful letter. But there is no other way to determine the identity of the owner except the name Michael. If I call the information desk, the operator may find the phone number of the address on the envelope.

"Operator, this is an unusual request. I'm looking for the owner of a wallet I found. Can you tell me the telephone number of the address on a letter in my wallet? " The operator gave me her supervisor, who said there was a phone at the address, but she couldn't give me the number. However, she will call to explain the situation. Then, if the client wants to talk, she will put me through. I waited for a minute and she came back. "I have a woman who will talk to you."

I asked the woman if she knew a person named Hannah.

"Oh, of course! Thirty years ago, we bought this house from Hannah's house. "

"Do you know where they may be now?" I asked.

"A few years ago, Hannah had to send her mother to a nursing home. Maybe this family can help you find your daughter. "

That woman gave me the name of the nursing home. I called and found that Hannah's mother had passed away. The woman I was talking to gave me an address that he thought I could reach Hannah. I called. The woman who answered the phone explained that Hannah herself was living in a nursing home. She gave me the number. I called and was told, "Yes, Hannah is with us." I asked if I could stop by to see her. It's almost afternoon 10, and the director said Hannah might be asleep. "But if you want to take a chance, maybe she is watching TV in the living room." The dean and a guard greeted me at the gate of the nursing home. We went up to the third floor and met the nurse. She told us that Hannah was really watching TV.

We entered the living room. Hannah is a kind old man with silver hair, a warm smile and friendly eyes. I told her that I had found her wallet and showed her the letter. She took a deep breath as soon as she saw it. "Young man," she said, "this letter is my last contact with Michael." She looked away for a moment, and then said thoughtfully, "I love him very much." But I am only 16 years old, and my mother thinks I am too young. He is so handsome. You know, just like the actor sean connery. "

We all laughed. The director then left us. "Yes, his name is Michael Goldstein. If you find him, tell him that I still think of him often. I've never been married, "she said, with tears in her eyes and a smile." "I don't think anyone can match Michael ..."

I thanked Hannah, said goodbye and took the elevator to the first floor. When I stood at the door, the guard asked, "Can that old lady help you?"

I told him that she gave me a clue. "At least I have a surname. But I may not pursue it further for the time being. " I explained that I spent almost a whole day looking for the owner of my wallet. While we were talking, I took out the brown suitcase with a red tie and showed it to the doorman. He looked at it carefully and said, "hey, I can see it everywhere." That belongs to Mr. Goldstein. He is always out of control. I found it at least three times in the hall. "

"Who is Mr. Goldstein?" I asked. "He is one of the doyen on the eighth floor. That must be Mike Goldstein's wallet. He often goes out for a walk. "

I thanked the guard and ran back to the director's office to tell him what the guard said. He accompanied me to the eighth floor. I pray that Mr. Goldstein is still awake.

"I think he is still in the lounge," said the nurse. "He likes reading at night ... a lovely old man."

We went to the only room with lights on, where a man was reading a book. The director asked him if he had lost his wallet. Michael Goldstein looked up, touched his back pocket and said, "Oh, my God, it's gone."

"This kind gentleman found a wallet. Will it be yours? "

As soon as he saw it, he smiled with relief. "Yes," he said, "that's it. It must have dropped this afternoon. I want to give you a reward. "

"Oh, no, thank you," I said. "But I have to tell you one thing. I read this letter, hoping to find the owner of the wallet. "

The smile on his face disappeared. "You read that letter?"

"Not only did I read it, I think I know where Hannah is."

He turned pale. "Hannah Do you know where she is? How is she? Is she as beautiful as before? " I hesitated.

"Please tell me!" Michael urged.

"She's fine, as beautiful as when you met her."

"Can you tell me where she is? I want to call her tomorrow. "

He grabbed my hand and said, "You know what? When that letter came, my life was over. I have never been married. I think I have always loved her. "

"Michael," I said. "Come with me." The three of us took the elevator to the third floor. We walked to the living room, where Hannah was sitting and watching TV. The director walked over to her.

"Hannah," he said softly. "Do you know this man?" Michael and I stood at the door waiting.

She adjusted her glasses and looked at them for a while, but didn't say a word.

"Hannah, it's Michael. Michael Goldstein. Do you remember? "

"Michael? Michael. It's you! "

He walked slowly to her side. She stood up and they embraced. Then the two of them sat on the sofa, holding hands, and began to talk. The director and I came out and we all cried.

"Look at how God works," I said sympathetically. "If it is meant to be. Yes. " Three weeks later, I got a call from the director. He asked, "Can you spare time to attend a wedding on Sunday?" He didn't wait for an answer. "Yes, Michael and Hannah are getting married!"

It was a lovely wedding, and everyone in the nursing home took part in the celebration. Hannah wore a beige dress and looked beautiful. Michael stood upright in a dark blue suit. This family gave them their own rooms. If you want to see a 76-year-old bride and a 78-year-old groom behave like two teenagers, you must see this couple.

The happy ending of a love story that lasted nearly 60 years.

Is this it?