I lost my 7-year-old son in the mall and was in tears when a blonde woman approached to comfort me. After hours of searching, he was found. Ten years later, while recounting the incident to a friend, I mentioned the kind woman who helped me.
My son suddenly turned pale and said, “Mom, that’s not what happened. That woman was the one who took me. She and a man carried me to the parking lot and kept me in their car for a while. I remember them arguing.” He continued, “She came back to distract you, but it was her boyfriend who changed his mind and let me go.”
I was shocked. My son had kept the truth hidden from me all these years to spare me the pain. In that moment, my entire understanding of that day—and that woman—was shattered.
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