On Mother’s Day, a little girl showed up with my son’s backpack — and a shocking secret

My eyes locked on the familiar Spider-Man fabric.

“What do you mean by that?”

She hugged it even tighter.

“Randy told me to hold onto it; he was my best friend.”

“What is your name, darling?”

“Sarah.”

I asked her softly to come in, and she took a moment but finally came into the kitchen with the bag, as if it were something precious that she carried.Packaging

“I haven’t stolen it,” she said hastily.

“I believe you.”

“I was protecting it.”