I Laid My Son to Rest 15 Years Ago – When I Hired a Man at My Store, I Could Have Sworn He Looked Exactly Like Him

“What are you saying?”

“What happened then?” I asked.

“The older boys liked picking on kids and getting them to do stupid things just for laughs. I wanted them to like me.”

I could hear Karen sniffling beside me, but I couldn’t look away from Barry.

“One afternoon, they told me to meet them at the abandoned quarry outside town after classes,” he continued. “They wouldn’t say why. They just kept calling me a ‘chicken’ whenever I asked.”

“I wanted them to like me.”

“But that’s one place that all the kids have been warned to stay away from?” I interjected.

“Yeah. And I was terrified. I didn’t want to go alone.”

Barry hesitated.

“That’s when I saw him, your son. He kept to himself a lot at school. Kids gave him a hard time sometimes. I figured he wouldn’t say no if I asked him to come with me.”

The room suddenly felt smaller.

“That’s when I saw him, your son.”

Karen covered her face.

“He thought I’d become his friend,” Barry whispered. “When I told him we had the same name, he smiled as if it meant something special.”

I felt my throat tighten.

Barry’s voice began to shake. “After school, we walked out to the quarry, and when we got there, the older boys were waiting. Three of them. They told us if we wanted to prove we were brave, we had to climb along the rocky edge above the water.”

“The older boys were waiting.”

Karen gasped.