It was pouring rain in the park when a sharply dressed businesswoman rushed toward her car after an important meeting.
Just as she stepped off the curb, a small, muddy boy stumbled into her, smearing dirt across her pristine white suit.
“Watch where you’re going!” she snapped.
People stopped and stared as the boy trembled, clutching something behind his back.
His clothes were torn, his hair soaked — he looked terrified.
She kept yelling, furious over her ruined outfit.
But then the boy shakily lifted his hand to apologize…
and she saw it — a birthmark shaped like a crescent moon on his wrist.
Her voice collapsed into silence.
Her heart stopped.
Years earlier, she had given birth to a son — but complications had taken him away before she ever held him.
Only one thing she knew about him remained: he had been born with a crescent-shaped birthmark on his right hand.
Her fingers trembled as she whispered,
“Where… where are your parents?”
The boy looked away.
“I don’t have any… The people at the shelter take care of me.”
Tears filled her eyes.
She gently asked his name —
and he spoke the same name she had chosen for her lost child.
Unable to contain her emotion, she wrapped her arms around him.
The anger, the rain, the ruined suit — none of it mattered anymore.
She contacted the shelter immediately, and after a DNA test confirmed the truth…
the boy she thought she’d lost forever was her son.
From that day on, the powerful woman who once cared only about status and business became someone completely different —
a mother who finally got a second chance.
