My son's birthday is in April, a few weeks before Mother's Day. When he was about ten years old we went to a shopping mall for some random stuff. I had to go in a store that was boring for him, so he asked if he could go off on his own to look at albums in the record store. It was the first time we had separated when shopping but I said it was OK and I'd go find him when I was done.
When I went to the record shop he wasn't there. I hung around looking for him, thinking he must have finished there and wandered somewhere else to kill time. I still couldn't find him. I started to panic and talked to the mall security who were just about to put on an announcement.
Right at that moment my son was located in the jewellery store. He had snuck there instead of going to the record store, so he could buy me a Mother's Day gift using the money he got for his birthday. He was so proud of himself as he tried to hide the gift bag from me, without realising how much of a fright I'd experienced not knowing where he was.
He started crying when he gave me the gift there and then. I thought he was crying for being in trouble, but he was crying about how much he loved me and he was so happy to give me a necklace and earrings he'd bought with his own money, instead of getting anything for himself.
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