How did they get my son’s Halloween costumes from his room?” Rosemary thought. “It cannot be.”
Rosemary quickly gave the kids some candies and ran to her son’s room. She pulled out a trunk from under the bed and opened it.
Dave’s Halloween costumes were not there. Rosemary was startled. She started sweating and sat on the floor, crying.
“Who took them? Who gave my Dave’s clothes to those kids?”
She looked up and saw the state of her late son’s room. It looked different and empty.
Almost all his items were missing, including his favorite shoe collection, posters, and even superhero toys. Rosemary peeped into his wardrobe and only found empty hangers. Everything was intact when she checked Dave’s room a month ago.
She never gave away a thing there because she wanted to preserve everything in memory of her dead son. So seeing Dave’s room in a near-empty state puzzled her. Rosemary could not understand what was going on and immediately called Lucas.
“Everything is missing. I see nothing here that belonged to our son. Darling, what’s going on?
Who took Dave’s things from here?”
That’s when Rosemary sensed a weird hesitation on Lucas’ face. He could not look her in the eye and simply walked away. “Lucas, what’s going on?
Why aren’t you saying anything? Where are my son’s things? And why are those kids wearing his Halloween costumes?”
Rosemary followed Lucas to the kitchen where she found him staring at the plain wall.
“Darling, what’s going on? Why are you silent? I’m going crazy.
Can someone please tell me what’s happening in this house?”
Lucas turned around, tears streaming down his face. He hugged Rosemary and made a confession. “Sweetie, I know how much Dave means to us even now.
But I could not see you destroyed like this,” he began. “Once, I visited the shelter at the end of this street with my friend. The little boys there reminded me of our son.
So I gave away all his stuff to them. Whenever I see those kids in our son’s shirt, pants, or even shoes, I see Dave, not some strange random kid.”
Rosemary burst into tears. “So, were those kids who came trick or treating to our house from the shelter?”
“Yes, they are!
On my way home this evening, I saw them wearing the costumes you’d made for Dave. I was so happy and invited them to our home for some candies, hoping you would be happy to see them.”
Rosemary threw herself into Lucas’s arms and began to cry. “Thank you so much, darling.
You have no idea what you did today!”
“I did?” Lucas was puzzled, seeing a strange glow in his wife’s eyes. “Yes! One of those little boys looked just like our son Dave.
I think this is what destiny wanted us to do…to adopt him and bring him home as our son!”
Lucas and Rosemary were so delighted, they quickly began the paperwork to adopt Tom, the little boy who reminded Rosemary of the late Dave. They brought him home six months later. Ever since Tom arrived, Rosemary was never sad again.
She, Lucas, and Tom lived a life of dreams and happiness together. They also helped the other children in the shelter find loving homes. A year later…again on Halloween…
“Mama, look…my jack-o’-lantern…you like it?” Tom asked Rosemary, showing a gorgeous jack-o’-lantern he’d made.
Rosemary shed tears of joy as she realized Tom was none but a gift her late son Dave had sent from heaven. “It’s beautiful, darling! It reminds me of someone dear to me!” she cried and hugged the boy as they got ready for the evening.
