On Mother’s Day, a Little Girl Knocked on My Door Holding My Son’s Backpack – She Said, ‘You Were Looking for This, Didn’t You? You Need to Know the Truth’

My hand grabbed the doorframe.

“Are you Randy’s mom?” she asked.

I nodded.

She hugged the backpack tighter. “You were looking for this, weren’t you?”

“Where did you get that, honey?”

“Randy told me to guard it. He was my friend.”

“Are you Randy’s mom?”

My chest tightened. “When?”

“That day.”

I reached for the bag, but she stepped back.

“No,” she whispered. “I have to say it first, or I’ll get scared and run.”