Lost boy goes from house to house looking for help until a boy who looks just like him opens the door

David always held his grandmother Doris’ hand when they went for walks in crowded places. Doris assumed he was still holding her hand. But when she looked down, he wasn’t there.

The woman was startled and remembered seeing an ice cream truck near them. She suspected David had run after it and panicked, looking around.

“David? David, my boy, where are you?” she cried, tears in her eyes.

“Hey, hey, have you seen a little boy?” asked Doris to passersby, but no one had seen him.

“God, please bring him back. My little boy, where’d he go?”

Doris looked around for David, but found no trace of him. For a moment, she thought he might have been kidnapped.

“I’m sure he ran after that ice cream truck. But where is it? I don’t see the truck anywhere.”

Doris’ instinct was right. David had been pestering her to buy him an ice cream, and when he saw the truck, he let go of her hand and ran after it. He followed the truck speeding toward another housing development and realized too late that he was lost and far away from the market.

David stared at the huge buildings menacingly. He was small and had never been out alone. He ran to a group of nearby houses to call for help.

“Who is it?” a lady answered after hearing David knock on her door.

“I want to go home, can you help me, please? I want to go to Grandma,” David replied.

“Grandma? There is no grandmother here. Go away,” the lady said, assuming it was a child playing some kind of joke on her.

“No, no, please help me!”, but the woman slammed the door in poor David’s face.

Shattered and frightened, he called all the houses begging for help, but was turned away by all the neighbors. They thought it was a joke, as other boys had done it before.

David was about to give up when he saw one last house he hadn’t called. He was hopeless, but he still tried.

The boy knocked on the door. No one answered.

He knocked again on the door.

This time, the door creaked open, giving David the shock. He saw a boy who looked exactly like him.

“Is it a mirror? No, his clothes are different,” David thought.

“What the… Oh my God, Mom, come here!” said the other boy, calling out to Ana, who was equally surprised after seeing David.

“Who are you, and why do you look like my son?” asked Ana. “Come on in.”

“I ran behind the ice cream truck and…. I turned around and Grandma wasn’t there,” David recounted through tears.

Ana gave David some water and, moments later, peeked through the curtains after hearing police sirens in the street.

“They must be here for you? come with me,” she said, leading David by the hand.

The lady with David approached the policeman.

“Officer, the boy is here. He came here a while ago. I was just about to call 911.”

Doris got out of the patrol car and rushed over to David.

“Oh, dear, why did you leave me, my heart almost stopped beating! Thank goodness you’re all right!”.

Then she thanked the woman who helped her grandson and saw Emmanuel, who looked exactly like David.

“Jesus Christ! How is that possible?” she cried.

“Yes, I wanted to talk to you about that. Please come in,” Anne said.

Doris learned that Emmanuel was not Ana’s biological son. She was his stepmother, who had married a man named Simon. The name sounded familiar to Doris.

“May I see his picture, if you don’t mind, Ana?” she asked.

“Sure, here,” she replied, showing her wedding photo.

Doris was surprised because Simon was the husband of her late daughter, Sarah.

“I thought he had moved overseas. He never contacted me after my daughter’s funeral and gave me his son David,” Doris said.

Ana realized what could have happened and revealed something Doris would never have imagined.

“Mrs. Doris, I think Pedro is your grandson too,” Ana said, showing her an old photo of two babies wearing similar red T-shirts and lying in Simon’s bed. “I found this in the attic.”

“Two babies? Is one of them Peter? But Simon told me that Sarah gave birth to twins, and only one survived, and that was David,” Doris exclaimed.

David was born 30 minutes after Peter and Sarah developed complications. As a result, the mother died after David was born, and Simon blamed the newborn for his wife’s death.

Because Simon didn’t want David, he gave him to Doris and told her he couldn’t take care of him, hiding from her that Peter was well.

“My God, this is amazing!” exclaimed Doris. She hugged Peter and David. “What do we do now? I want my two grandchildren, but Simon won’t take David.”

Later that evening, Simon returned home and was surprised to see Doris and David.

“You? How are you here?”

“I moved here two years ago and, strangely, we never crossed paths despite living in the same town,” Doris replied, furious and demanding an explanation.

“It wasn’t unfair. I just couldn’t bear to see that child. So I took Peter, my first son, and got rid of David. He killed my wife!” argued Simon. “Take him away from my house.”

Ana was aware of Simon’s insensitive behavior, but felt that this was too much. She feared the worst for Peter and thought the right thing to do was to send him to his grandmother.

After a long legal dispute, Doris and Ana won custody of Pedro. Ana divorced Simon at the same time and moved in with Doris and the children.

In the end, Simon was taught a lesson for abandoning David. The court forced him to pay child support for the twins until they turned 18.

As for Doris, she couldn’t thank Anne enough for helping her reunite with her grandchildren, especially Peter, whom she never knew existed.

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