Hello everyone, the other day, when I came home from work, I found an unknown child in my backyard. Immediately I was about to call the cops, but then he started talking.
This was the strangest evening in my life (IT WILL GET EVEN MORE WEIRD), for a moment everything turned upside down. I was just getting home from work. I park the car, get out and go for the door.
But as I started approaching home, a little dark figure appeared. I though it was some kind of animal ready to attack, my heart was pounding out of my chest.
Then for a moment I thought that was a ghost, but there you go… it is just a little boy! He looked tired, dirty, with messy hair and poorly dressed. Poor thing, he must be lost, I thought, as I reached for my phone to call the police…
But the boy clung to my arm and, with a trembling voice, like a grown up said, “Mom, don’t do it, I… 
(The continuation, and the full story are below in the first comment)
A BOY IN MY BACKYARD WHO CHANGED EVERYTHING
My heart went out to him, a boy no older than seven. Leading him inside, I offered a glass of water and a seat. As he drank, I noticed the dirt on his face and weariness in his eyes. “Where do you live, Tommy? Do you know your address?” I asked gently. He shook his head. “I was with my uncle, but he… he said he couldn’t take care of me anymore. He left me on the street.”
The situation was worse than I imagined. A million questions raced through my mind, but ensuring Tommy’s safety was the priority. I held off on calling the police, not wanting to scare him further. “Tommy, we’ll figure this out,” I reassured him. “First, let’s get you cleaned up and fed.”
After a bath and a hot meal, Tommy seemed more at ease. He even managed a small smile. I called a friend from social services, who agreed to come over and assist. While waiting, I gently probed for more information. Tommy mentioned his mother’s name, Lisa, and a few details of his life before ending up on the streets—a heartbreaking tale of neglect and abandonment.
When my friend arrived, she engaged Tommy in a compassionate conversation. After what felt like hours, she returned with resolve in her eyes. “Laura, tonight we need to get Tommy to a safe place,” she said. “I’ll arrange temporary foster care and begin the search for his family. But we must handle this delicately.”
I nodded, feeling a mixture of relief and sadness. Tommy had found a place in my heart, yet his departure was necessary. Over the following days, I stayed in touch with my friend, receiving updates. They located his mother, Lisa, who had been desperately searching for him. She had faced her own hardships but was now ready to bring him home.
The day of their reunion was emotional. I stood witness as mother and son embraced, tears streaming down my cheeks. Lisa thanked me profusely, and we exchanged contact information, pledging to stay connected. Months passed, and I received updates from Lisa about their progress. Tommy was thriving, and Lisa was rebuilding their lives together.
One sunny afternoon, Lisa called, inviting me to Tommy’s birthday party. Arriving, I was met with Tommy’s infectious joy. Lisa hugged me, expressing her gratitude once more. It was a day filled with laughter and celebration. Watching Tommy play with his friends, I felt a profound sense of peace and fulfillment. What began as a chance encounter had become a life-changing journey—for Tommy, for Lisa, and for me.
