I Buried My Son 10 Years Ago – When I Saw My New Neighbors’ Son, I Could Have Sworn He Looked like Mine Would If He Were Alive Today

“So you erased him instead.”

“I couldn’t bear to watch you lose him twice.”

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Carl didn’t answer.

I stood up slowly.

“The boy next door,” I said.

Carl nodded. “He must be our son. It’s the only explanation that makes sense.”

“Then we’re going over there,” I said. “Right now.”

We walked across the lawn together. I knocked harder this time.

The woman opened the door. The moment she recognized me, all the color drained from her face.

I knocked harder this time.

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“Nineteen years ago, did you adopt a baby boy from the hospital placement program?”

Behind her, the young man appeared in the hallway. He had a dish towel thrown over his shoulder. He looked between his mother and us.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

Carl looked at him.

“When is your birthday?” he asked.

The boy answered. It was the same day Daniel came into the world.