My Son Disappeared When He Was 15 – 10 Years Later, I Found Out the Shocking Truth

My Son Disappeared When He Was 15 – 10 Years Later, I Found Out the Shocking Truth

Julia thought that by marrying her late husband’s brother Mike, she was giving her son a father figure. However, it took her ten years, her son’s disappearance, and a glasses case to learn the truth.

As the scripture says, “Seek and ye shall find.” I learned the meaning of this phrase the hard way. I’ve always thought the darkness after losing my husband was the worst to come, but alas… Let’s start my story from the very beginning.

The first time my little happy life was shaken was when my husband of 13 years, Tom, was diagnosed with cancer. Despite our best efforts, the prognosis remained bleak, and he left us within two months. The pain was soul-crushing.

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Our son Robert remained my only ray of sunshine until his uncle, Tom’s brother Mike, came into the picture. I suspected he had had feelings for me since high school, but I had chosen Tom and never looked back. Now, our grief united us once again.

I didn’t love him, no. But I thought Rob would benefit from a father figure, and frankly, our house could use a strong helping hand. And so, I decided to marry him.

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At first, things seemed to look positive for us. I still missed Tom, but drowned my grief in work and found myself drifting away from my son. Fortunately, I thought, Mike had my back and gave Rob the upbringing he deserved. After all, every day I came home to countless stories of them hiking, attending theme parks, or simply playing catch. Rob even grew to call Mike his dad. For two years, I blindly believed we could overcome the void Tom left in our hearts and become a happy family. Boy, was I wrong.

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Everything came crashing down once again when Rob left. That day, the home was unusually silent when I returned from work. Mike sat me down and, with tears in his eyes, explained that he found Rob’s note on the fridge:

Dear Mom and Dad,

I’ve decided to leave because I thought it would be better for everyone if I wasn’t around to bring up more bad memories and sorrow. Please understand that this isn’t because of anything you did, but a decision I felt I needed to make for the sake of peace at home. I promise to take care of myself and hope you can find it in your hearts to forgive me someday. Remember that I love you both, and this is the hardest choice I’ve ever had to make.

Take care, rob

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The next ten years blurred into a never-ending search. The police didn’t bother looking for a runaway teen too hard. On his 18th birthday, they called us and said, “Let’s just let him go. He doesn’t want to be found anyway.” Oh, but I never stopped looking. I searched crowds in our town, held vigil, and even kept a lit candle on our windowsill. I knew this irritated Mike, who desperately tried to get me to move on after all these years. And on the tenth anniversary of Rob’s disappearance, I finally gave in.

After exploring various options for starting anew, we purchased a stunning colonial property two states away from our old home and left the latter to my sister, Schuyler. I couldn’t fathom someone outside our family owning the house. Having moved so far, we slowly disconnected from my side of the family. Imagine my surprise when, one day, someone very familiar burst through my door.

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That evening, I was packing my husband’s suitcase for a business trip. Suddenly, the door flung open. When I raised my eyes, I dropped the neatly ironed shirts I was holding. The person on the doorstep was my sister. But before I could greet her, she rushed to the suitcase, screaming, “Open his glasses case! He’s the one who hid Rob from you!”

I watched in a stupor as she frantically rummaged through my husband’s belongings, her hands finally clutching the familiar glasses case. However, I was in for a surprise when she opened it. She revealed… a phone. “Look,” Schuyler said before opening the call log and handing the phone to me.

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I lowered my eyes, feeling conflicted, and my heart skipped a beat. The log was filled with dozens of calls to Robert. Every month, my husband took this burner phone and called up my son to…

“He told him you two would be better off without him,” Schuyler explained.

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Sad and bored child at home couch feeling frustrated | Source: Getty Images

Turns out, I’ve been living a lie all these years. Every hike, every theme park trip, Mike used to show Rob how much of his life I missed. When I became distanced enough, he started on the second part of his plan, persuading Robert to leave us for the sake of our family. “Look, how much mom has to work to feed you,” he said. “Wouldn’t it be nice if she spent that money on herself? Wouldn’t you like to release her of the burden that you are?” He suggested Rob stay with his aunt, and my poor kid complied, thinking I had no room for him in my life.

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Family at home | Source: Getty Images

How did it all come to light, you might ask? Well, my sweet boy decided to get married this year and sent us wedding invitations, which my sister received. Of course, she called to congratulate him, and this is when Rob spoke about the rift between us. I’m certain anyone but my sister would believe him. However, she knew everything about my struggles in the past ten years, so when Rob confessed to her about the burner phone, she put two and two together quickly. Hopping the plane took her no time, and here she was, uncovering a decade of terrible family secrets.

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Side view of beautiful young woman at mailbox | Source: Getty Images

I cried during the entire call with my son. His raspy teenage voice had become deep and warm, but I recognized the intonations that he had picked up from me. His fiancée’s name was Amanda, and she soon joined us via FaceTime. This was how Mike found me: crying over the phone with my long-lost son.

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His explanations fell on deaf ears. I served divorce papers that week, and a month later, I flew to my home state to attend Rob’s wedding. This year, I sold the colonial house I once loved and moved closer to my son and his young family. Now, I’m a grandma to two sweet babies, and when they grow up, I will teach them, “Seek and ye shall find.”

Every Day Little Boy Comes Home from School in Tears until His Father Shows up in His Classroom – Story of the Day

When Joe decided to grow his hair, his classmates started making fun of him. One of his teachers, Mr. Cooper, was a man of conservative values, and he even encouraged the jokes against Joe. But one day, Joe’s father found out about the situation, and he did something shocking.

“What are you doing with that ponytail? Are you a little girl?” Mr. Cooper sneered when Joe walked into his classroom on the first day of school. The rest of his classmates laughed, and Joe looked down in shame. But he knew he had to keep growing it. He had his reasons. No one would dissuade him, not even the worst teacher in the school.

Joe had started growing his hair the previous school year. No one paid too much attention to it then because the summer holidays had begun. But now that he was back, everyone saw how overgrown his hair was because he kept it in a ponytail.

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Unfortunately, the comments didn’t stop, and the other boys in class started teasing him every day. The poor eight-year-old returned home every day in tears, but he never told his parents what was happening. They tried to let it go, and Joe started hiding his tears in the bathroom at some point.

Joe’s father got out his phone. He loaded the video they shot the night before and showed it to Mr. Cooper.

Their art teacher, Mrs. Burns, was somewhat new at the school, and she found Joe crying one day after everyone left for recess. “Joe, what’s going on? Why are you growing your hair so long?” she asked kindly.

He finally felt compelled to tell someone about it, and when he finished, the gentle teacher gave him a huge hug. “You have a beautiful heart. Don’t ever let anyone else change that, okay?” she told him encouragingly.

“But even Mr. Cooper makes fun of me. It’s not fair,” Joe mumbled. His tears had finally stopped, thanks to her kindness.

“Some people will always be bullies even when they grow up. I’ll try to talk to him,” Mrs. Burns replied, patting his shoulder.

“Don’t tell him why. He doesn’t deserve to know anything. This is my thing,” Joe requested, looking at the teacher with his earnest eyes.

“Of course. This will be between you and me. But what you are doing is nothing to be ashamed of,” the teacher assured him.

“Still. I don’t want them to know,” the little boy insisted, and Mrs. Burns nodded with a slight grin.

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For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

***

Over the next few days, Mrs. Burns talked to teachers about the situation, but the truth is that all of them didn’t approve of the hairstyle. They thought Joe’s parents were wrong for not getting it cut.

The math teacher, Mrs. Figgins, complained, “If he’s allowed to grow his hair out at eight years old, he’s going to become a hoodlum in high school. Kids, especially boys, need discipline at this age.”

Mrs. Burns had no idea what to do. She didn’t have seniority at this school and Mr. Cooper was the most respected teacher there. Furthermore, she couldn’t tell them the real reason because of Joe’s request. Maybe calling his parents would be a better option, she thought. If things didn’t get better soon, she might have no choice.

***

“Joe, come down here!” Joe’s dad, Patrick Perkins, called out one night.

“What dad?” Joe said when he reached the kitchen. He had been doing his homework.

“Your teacher, Mrs. Burns, just called. She told me everything. Are the kids making fun of you? Is that why you’ve been crying every day after school?” Patrick inquired, kneeling before his son and looking at him.

The boy pouted his lips, and his eyes watered too. “It’s not just my friends. Mr. Cooper is the worst,” Joe revealed, shocking his father.

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For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

“What?” Patrick said, shocked. He couldn’t believe it. He knew Mr. Cooper and had talked to him before. He was an older fellow, a veteran, and a well-respected man in their community. Of course, everyone knew he was conservative, but he didn’t think he would go as far as to make fun of a child for their hair.

Joe nodded, and his dad asked, “Why didn’t you tell them why you’re growing your hair?”

“It’s not their business,” the little boy said, and Patrick nodded this time. It was utterly true. No one else needed to know about it.

“You are completely right, kid. But you know something. I believe it’s time to cut that hair. You’ve finally reached the required length, and I have a plan,” Patrick stated, smiling at his son, who got excited about reaching his goal.

Patrick called his wife, Rosie, who placed Joe’s hair in a proper ponytail, and she cut it completely, saving the hair for their particular plan. Patrick had been recording it on his phone the entire time and even asked Joe to say something to commemorate the moment.

***

“Finally, Joe! You no longer look like a girl!” Mr. Cooper bellowed when Joe walked into class, but he didn’t expect to see Patrick there too.

“Mr. Cooper,” Patrick muttered, looking sternly at the teacher.

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“Oh! Mr. Perkins! So, you finally got your kid a haircut? Congrats!” the teacher said with a smile, extending his hand to shake Patrick’s.

Instead of shaking Mr. Cooper’s hand, Joe’s father got out his phone. He loaded the video they shot the night before and showed it to Mr. Cooper. The teacher’s eyebrows rose as he watched it, and Patrick started speaking so that all the kids could hear him.

“Mr. Cooper, I understand you have been encouraging the jokes against my son. I would’ve never imagined that from you, sir,” Patrick said sternly.

The older man swallowed thickly, and it seemed he got emotional. “I had no idea he would be donating his hair to cancer patients.”

The kids heard that and raised their eyebrows at Joe in surprise and admiration.

“Yeah, well. Joe didn’t want to tell anyone until he reached his goal. We visited a children’s hospital and did some volunteer work last April. He loved it and started growing his hair right away. But this school year, he started coming home in tears because everyone made fun of him, including his teacher. Do you think that’s fair, sir?” Joe’s father reprimanded the older man, who looked extremely ashamed of his actions.

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For illustration purposes only | Source: Unsplash

“I’m… so sorry, Joe. Mr. Perkins, I had no idea. My… granddaughter just went through several rounds of chemo, and she lost all her hair. My son and daughter-in-law had communicated with this foundation that makes wigs from donations,” Mr. Cooper sadly stated to Joe’s father and the kids in class. Then he approached Joe, who was already sitting at his desk.

“Thank you, kid. Not all heroes wear capes,” Mr. Cooper offered. “I was so wrong. Please, forgive me.”

Joe only nodded and smiled at the older man and Patrick finally reached out and shook Mr. Cooper’s hand. “I’m glad we’ve settled this. See you later, son,” he waved at Joe and left the classroom.

The rest of the day, all the kids asked Joe about his donation and what it was like. The boys started talking about growing their hair too, and the girls wanted to join in. They had learned a huge lesson that day.

What can we learn from this story?

  • It’s best not to judge anyone on their appearance. Everyone has a right to express themselves, and no one has the right to mock them for it.
  • Doing something charitable can inspire others to do the same. Joe’s act of kindness and generosity rubbed off on his classmates who also wanted to do the same.

Share this story with your friends. It might brighten their day and inspire them.

If you enjoyed this story, you might like this one about a woman who adopted a little boy she found abandoned on the side of the road.

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