THE RECKLESS RUNAWAY: A JOURNEY OF REGRET AND REDEMPTION.

Twelve years. That’s how long my son had been missing.

Then, one morning, the doorbell rang.

Jason stood there—grown, but still my boy. His eyes locked onto Gary.

“Mum, he’s the one who found me.”

Gary had never stopped searching, never given up hope.

Jason had run away searching for his father, only to get lost in the system. Fear kept him from coming back.

“You were never a mistake,” I told him. “You will always be my son.”

He broke down, and I held him for the first time in twelve years.

Healing took time, but we found our way back.

A year later, at my wedding, Jason raised a glass.

“To Gary—the guy who stalked me with private detectives until I came home.”

Laughter filled the room. Gary’s eyes glistened.

“You were always meant to come home,” he said.

And just like that, we were a family again.