A millionaire's son stopped in front of a homeless boy... but the old medallion he was wearing made his mother cry.
Madison Avenue was bustling that afternoon.
Black cars pulled up in front of exclusive boutiques while businessmen hurried past glass buildings.
Making her way through the crowd was Victoria Bennett, an elegant thirty-eight-year-old businesswoman.
She was wearing a beige trench coat and high heels, and carrying a brown leather handbag.
Walking beside her was her eight-year-old son, Lucas.
The boy was dressed in a dark blue suit.
"Mom, are we going to be late?"
"Not if we keep walking."
Victoria had an important meeting.
Afterwards, she was taking Lucas to lunch.
Everything was perfectly organized.
Until the boy stopped.
"Mom..."
Victoria kept walking.
"Lucas, come on."
But he didn't move.
"Mom, look."
Victoria turned around.
Beside the steps of an old building stood another boy.
He looked to be about the same age as Lucas.
Maybe nine years old.
His hair was dirty and unkempt.
He wore an old T-shirt under an oversized gray sweatshirt.
His sneakers were worn out.
His face was covered in dust.
And he was completely alone.
Victoria took Lucas's hand.
"Don't stare."
"But he's alone."
"His parents are probably nearby."
She tried to keep walking.
Lucas resisted.
"I want to ask him."
"Lucas..."
"Just a second."
Before Victoria could stop him, the boy walked toward the stranger.
"Hi."
The little boy looked up.
He didn't answer.
"What's your name?"
After a few seconds, he said:
"Ethan."
"I'm Lucas."
Ethan looked at his elegant suit.
Then he glanced down at his own clothes.
"Are you lost?" Lucas asked.
Ethan shook his head.
"No."
"Where's your mom?"
The boy remained silent.
Victoria walked over to them.
"Lucas, we have to go."
Then Ethan looked up at her. For a second, Victoria felt something strange.
Those eyes.
There was something familiar about them.
But she immediately dismissed the thought.
"Come on, sweetheart."
Lucas still didn't move.
"Can we give him something to eat?"
Victoria sighed.
She took some money out of her purse.
But Ethan stepped back.
"I don't want money."
Victoria was surprised.
"Then what do you want?"
The little boy looked at Lucas.
"I just wanted to see that."
He pointed to his neck.
Lucas was wearing a thin chain under his shirt.
He pulled out the pendant.
It was a small gold medallion shaped like a compass.
Ethan’s eyes went wide.
Then he quickly reached under his sweatshirt.
"I have one just like it."
Victoria stopped breathing.
Ethan pulled out an old chain.
Hanging from it was another medallion.
Dirty.
Scratched.
Darkened by the years.
But it was exactly the same shape.
A compass.
Lucas looked at his own.
Then at Ethan's.
"Mom..."
Victoria didn't answer.
All the color had drained from her face.
Because those medallions weren't sold in any store.
They had been custom-made.
Only two existed.
And Victoria knew exactly who had received the other one.
Her eldest son.
May you like
Daniel.
The boy who had disappeared seven years ago.
