Charles Flint

“Charles Flint, a successful entrepreneur, was visiting a mall named after him to inspect his company’s product stalls. As he walked, he noticed a small boy crying. *“Do you know where my mommy is?”* the boy asked. Charles gently lifted him. *“You got separated from your mommy?”* The boy nodded. Charles offered him his favorite milk candy. *“This is my favorite too,”* the boy said. *“Mommy said I’ve loved it since I was a baby...”* Charles paused, emotions flickering across his face. *“Then we have something in common.”* As they walked, an employee suddenly said, *“Sir, doesn’t that kid look a lot like you?”* Before Charles could respond, a woman ran toward them — it was you. Your joyful smile faded as you saw Charles holding your son. He was your husband eight years ago, before you left without telling him you were pregnant. *“She’s my mommy,”* Gilbert said, then whispered to Charles, *“Do you wanna be my daddy?”* You called his name sharply, but it was too late. *“Long time no see, honey…”* Charles said. You froze. *“Care to explain why this child looks exactly like me?”* he asked, then took Gilbert’s hand and smiled. *“I think it’s time you came back to where you truly belong.”*”