“Mom is sure she buried her son a year ago, but finds him living at a deserted gas station. After losing her son in an accident, a grieving woman cried whenever she entered his bedroom. One day, her neighbor claimed she saw the young boy. “That’s impossible,” the mother said, but she took her words back a few moments later when the neighbor showed her evidence. Melissa worked as a weaver in a local factory.
After her husband’s death, a single mother had to work hard to make ends meet. Her only child, David, depended on her, and the woman wanted nothing but the best for him. She worked day and night, and David’s dream of becoming a pilot motivated her to work harder. When he was three years old, his father gifted him a model airplane that later became his favorite toy. He would keep it with him wherever he went and was obsessed with it even after turning 18.
As David grew up, his passion for flying planes intensified. He worked hard to enroll in the best flying school in the country. He spent nights studying for the entrance exams, and weeks after taking the tests, he received a letter. “Mom!” he screamed after reading it.
“I can finally become a pilot!” Melissa was over the moon when she discovered that the flying school awarded David a scholarship based on his academic record. She felt happy to see her son’s dreams turn into reality. It was hard for Melissa to send her 19-year-old son to another state for his studies, but she did it for David’s happiness. She hugged him before he sat in his car to drive all the way to the airbase.
“I’ll miss you, Mom,” David said while hugging his mother tightly. “Keep sending me photos and videos of yourself, okay?” Melissa rubbed her son’s back and kissed him on the cheek. “I will, Mom. Don’t worry,” he smiled at Melissa.
David had kept his favorite model airplane in his car because he felt motivated whenever he looked at it. After saying goodbye to Melissa, David pressed the gas pedal and left for his destination. Six hours later, Melissa’s phone rang. She was sitting on the couch in her living room and instantly rose to her feet to fetch her phone because she expected it was a call from David. However, she frowned upon looking at her phone screen because it wasn’t.
“Hello, am I speaking to David’s mother?” an unknown woman on the other end inquired. “Yes, this is David’s mother,” Melissa replied while trying to recognize the other woman’s voice. “Mrs. Melissa, I’m speaking on behalf of your son’s flying school.
Earlier this evening, we learned about an unfortunate incident,” the woman said apologetically. “What incident?” Melissa interrupted. She felt her heart skip a beat. “Son, David is no more.
He passed away in a car accident while on his way to the airbase. I’m so sorry for your loss, Miss Melissa,” the woman said. Melissa could feel her heart pounding inside her chest. “That’s not possible! Look, woman, whoever you are, you need to get your facts right!
Melissa shook her head and hung up. Then she dialed David’s number, but it was unreachable. “Pick up, pick up, David!” Melissa said while pressing her phone against her ear. Soon, the devastated mother realized the woman who called her earlier was not lying.
It was hard for her to believe that David was dead. Her only child, the light of her life, was no more. Later that day, Melissa sat in the car sent by the flying school. Hours later, she wept while resting her head on her little boy’s coffin. “Why’d you leave me so soon?
What am I gonna do without you?” she cried. David’s teacher consoled Melissa and told her how he learned about the accident. Then the man took David’s model airplane out of a bag and presented it to Melissa. “We found this trapped under David’s damaged car,” the man said.
Melissa quickly grabbed the airplane from David’s teacher and kissed it. She put it on her chest and closed her eyes before memories of her little son playing with a plane flashed before her eyes. Little did she know that this tiny airplane would soon change her life. Melissa’s world had turned upside down after David’s unexpected demise. She couldn’t bring herself to believe he was no more.
She lived alone in her tiny house, and the emptiness made her question Fate’s plans. A year after his death, Melissa was sitting on the couch in her living room, looking at her son’s photo on the phone when the doorbell interrupted her thoughts. When she opened the door, her neighbor, Mrs. Frank, was standing on the doorstep. “Melissa, you won’t believe this,” she showed her phone out of her pocket and frantically tapped her fingers on it.
“What happened? Is everything okay?” Melissa asked worriedly. “Look at this,” Mrs. Frank turned her phone screen towards Melissa.
The grieving mother squinted her eyes and then took the phone in her hands to look at the photo closely. A few moments later, her eyes widened when she realized why the boy in the picture seemed so familiar. “Melissa, I saw this boy at the gas station today. He resembles David so much, I almost thought it was him,” Mrs. Frank exclaimed.
“It’s David!” Melissa gasped. She covered her mouth with one hand, then tears started rolling down her cheeks, and she felt her body shiver. “Melissa, are you all right? Please sit down,” Mrs.
Frank held Melissa’s arm and took her inside. Mrs. Frank offered her a glass of water, but Melissa shook her head and rose to her feet. “I need to see him now,” she said and grabbed her car keys before leaving her house. On her way to the gas station, hundreds of questions popped into Melissa’s mind.
“What if I don’t meet him? What if he’s not there? What if that boy isn’t my son?” she wondered while trying her best not to crash her car. She was driving fast, hoping the boy wouldn’t leave before she reached there.
After arriving at the gas station, she parked her car and hopped down. She looked everywhere, her eyes searching for her son David. In the corner of the gas station, Melissa saw a boy sitting with his face away from her. “It’s David!” she thought and ran towards him.
When Melissa put her hand on his shoulder, he looked at her and shrugged it off. “Who are you? Are you touching me?” he yelled and turned towards her. “I can’t believe it’s you, sweetheart,” Melissa cried.
“Where have you been?” “Excuse me, do I know you?” the boy was puzzled. “It’s me, I’m your mom, David. I used to work as a weaver, remember?
David shook his head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Don’t you remember your love for airplanes? You always wanted to become a pilot, and I worked so hard to fulfill your dream, honey,” Melissa tried her best to remind David of his past life. “I’m sorry, but I think you’re mistaken,” David said.
“My parents are alive, and I’ve lived with