A little boy lost track after running after an ice cream truck. He knocked on every door in an unfamiliar neighborhood, begging for help to go home, only to freak out when his carbon copy opened the door. Little Dale was walking with his grandma, Dorothy, on a crowded marketplace. He held her hand, tied just like she instructed him to when in crowded places. Dorothy assumed he was still holding her hand, but when she looked down, he wasn’t there.
Her finger was brushing against the broccoli popping out of her bag. Dorothy panicked and recalled seeing an ice cream truck just moments ago. She suspected Dale ran after it and panicked, looking around for him. “Damn, damn, my boy, where are you?” she shouted, tears streaming down her frightened eyes. Read the full story here ▶
