Today we went to the park and Brady's father came running to him. He hugged his son and vowed never to leave him again. He thanked me for keeping his son safe, shook my hand, and off they went.
Brady was a loving soul. I did manage to talk to him about Jesus a few times. He seemed really interested. I fell in love with this small boy, and I hope he is doing well with his father now. I also hope his father keeps his word, because what if I hadn't found him? What if it had been someone else? Someone who hurts small children? I shudder at the thought.
Perhaps we can visit sometimes. Maybe we will see him at the park again, with his father. Brady, if you ever read this, I truly hope you are doing well and that your life is good. I hope you go to church and accept Jesus as your personal savior. Be good my little one.