I Lost My Son Five Years Ago—But Last Month, A Kid In Angry Birds Pajamas Changed Everything (2 of 11)

Renata noticed. “Oh, that’s Arvid,” she said casually. “His family moved in after… well, you know.”

I didn’t know.

So I asked.

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, 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.