“My mom is there!” shouted the boy։ His voice was trembling, and his thin hand pointed at the garbage bin in the middle of the street

“My mom is there!” shouted the boy. His voice was trembling, and his thin hand pointed at the garbage bin in the middle of the street. Passersby smirked — child’s imagination, nothing more. But I stopped. Curiosity overcame caution, and I stepped closer.

“My mom is there!” shouted the boy, pointing at the garbage bin. I was walking by, and like everyone else, I initially thought — a child’s invention. But there was something in his voice that sent a chill down my spine. He was trembling, his eyes glistening with tears, and in his hands — an old teddy bear.

— Believe me… mom is there, please… — he whispered, clutching my jacket.

I pushed him away — I didn’t want to get involved, I just got into my car and drove off. But all evening, that face stayed in front of my eyes. I couldn’t sleep.

In the morning I returned. The boy was still there, pale, tired, as if time had stopped for him. I called the police. When the officers approached and knocked on the lid of the bin.

— Open it immediately! — ordered one of them.

The lid slowly lifted… I looked inside — and the world seemed to collapse. What I saw is impossible to forget.

Continuation — in the first comment.

“My mom is there!” shouted the boy։ His voice was trembling, and his thin hand pointed at the garbage bin in the middle of the street

When the lid opened with a creak, a heavy, sweetish smell hit the air. One of the policemen recoiled sharply, the other went pale. I stepped closer — not believing, not understanding. Inside, among the garbage and dark bags, a hand was moving.

— Alive! — someone shouted.

We grabbed the edge of the bin together. A woman lay there, half-buried in the trash, with her mouth taped and her hands tied. Her eyes — huge, frightened, but alive.

“My mom is there!” shouted the boy։ His voice was trembling, and his thin hand pointed at the garbage bin in the middle of the street

The boy screamed, rushing to her: — Mom! I told you! I told you!

The police called an ambulance, and I stood aside, feeling everything inside me turn upside down. I could have saved them yesterday. One gesture — and everything could have been different.

“My mom is there!” shouted the boy։ His voice was trembling, and his thin hand pointed at the garbage bin in the middle of the street

As the ambulance took the woman with the child away, the boy suddenly turned to me and quietly said: — Thank you for believing… at least today.

Those words burned me more than any reproach.

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