What Happened to My Son!

I had just arrived at the kindergarten to pick up my son when a little girl suddenly ran up and threw her arms around me. “Daddy! How come you had time to pick me up today?” Startled, I looked down at the unfamiliar child clinging to my leg. “Sweetheart, I think you’ve got the wrong person. I’m here to pick up my son, not you.” But then, the teacher and other parents insisted that this girl was my daughter. Even my wife claimed we had only one child—a daughter—and that we never had a son. I couldn’t believe it, so I had a DNA test done, determined to prove them wrong. But the results said the same thing—this little girl was biologically mine. Still, I knew—deep in my bones—that I had a son. Everyone thought I was going crazy. Then, eighteen years later, I found an Ultraman toy hidden under the bed.