I Lost My Son Five Years Ago—But Last Month, A Kid In Angry Birds Pajamas Changed Everything (2 of 6)

She said Arvid’s father had passed a year ago. His mom worked nights, barely home. Said the boy had grown up with her neighbor, Goran.

That night….

That night, I couldn’t sleep.

I kept thinking of the boy—how he’d looked at me like he recognized something. Or someone. And those pajamas. Matija’s were custom-made. My sister worked in textiles and had those sewn specially for his birthday. There weren’t any others like them.

I told myself it was just coincidence. Maybe the fabric got reused, donated somewhere. But the feeling didn’t go away.

The next morning, I walked past Goran’s house on purpose. Arvid was outside with a soccer ball, alone. He looked up at me, that same cautious smile.

“Hey,” I said. “Nice kick.”

He shrugged, kept dribbling. Then, almost shyly, he said, “You’re the man from yesterday.”

I nodded. “That’s me.”

He stopped the ball with his foot and tilted his head. “You look like my dream.”