Man Waits for Son He Has Not Seen in Years at the Airport, Does Not Find Boy among Passengers – Story of the Day

Arlene sent her seven-year-old, Justin, to visit his father, Pierce, in Orlando. Pierce waited for his son in anticipation of all the fun they would have, but his flight had allegedly arrived, and his son was nowhere to be found. That’s when both parents started worrying and realized their shocking mistake.

Arlene and her son, Justin, were at Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport in Virginia. The seven-year-old was about to board a flight to Orland, Florida, where his father, Pierce, awaited him. It was the first time he had traveled as an unaccompanied minor, but luckily, the airline attendant made her feel safe.

“It’s going to be alright. Many minors travel alone around the country, and we should reach your husband in time,” she stated. “He’ll have an escort, and this flight is best because there are no connections. Everything will be perfect.”

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Arlene nodded, her face filled with emotion. Justin might be growing, but he was still a child. It was hard to let him go, mainly because he hadn’t seen his father in years. After their bitter divorce, Pierce moved from Virginia to Orlando, Florida, and he was busy most of the time.

“How is that possible?” Arlene wailed, almost starting to cry from the worry and exasperation. But something occurred to her at that moment. “Give me a second.”

However, his company had just given him a two-week vacation, and he invited Justin to come to spend time with him. They were going to the theme parks, so that Arlene couldn’t say no. Her son was too excited because he loved everything relating to superheroes and dinosaurs. It was his dream.

But now, she was almost regretting it. “Ok, Justin. You’re going to with this lady and get on the plane. Listen to the adults around. Don’t run off from your escort, and you’ll reach your dad soon. When you land in Orlando, you call me immediately. And then, call me again when you meet your father. Understand?” she requested, kneeling in front of the kid and holding his arms tenderly.

“Yes, Mom!” he replied, smiling and doing a makeshift military salute. This kid had a great sense of humor. He was going to love that trip.

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“Ok. Love you. Go on!” she continued and watched as Justin grabbed the attendant’s hand and entered the gate.

She thought about leaving but sat down at an airport café. She was going to wait for the plane to take off. But once she saw that the flight had taken off, she decided to stay and wait for Justin’s call if anything happened. After all, the flight was less than two hours long. The time would pass quickly.

***

Meanwhile, Pierce was waiting for Justin at Orlando International Airport, and he couldn’t wait. He was just as excited as the kid to see all the attractions at the park. It was crazy that he had lived in the city for years but had yet to attend. His work kept him way too busy. This trip was going to be amazing.

He arrived an hour before Justin’s flight and went to the arrival area to wait for him. Finally, the flight landed, and Pierce got closer to the gate so his son could see him immediately. “I should have made a sign,” he muttered to himself as he saw other people waiting for their loved ones. It was too late now. He stayed in the front at all times.

However, many passengers came out, and there was no Justin. According to the unaccompanied minor service, Arlene said that he would have top priority. So, someone should have brought him out already. He didn’t want to call her yet to avoid worrying her. Maybe, Justin had to go to the bathroom, which could explain the delay. He would wait for a while.

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For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

But at one point, no other passengers were coming out of the arrival area. It had been an hour since the plane landed. It shouldn’t take that long. He approached someone from the airline and started asking questions. An attendant came to assist him.

“I’m sorry, sir. There was no one by the name of Justin on that flight. We have no record of an unaccompanied minor serviced hired for it either,” the attendant, shocking Pierce.

“That’s impossible. Please, check again,” he demanded, trying to stay calm, but the sweat on his forehead gave away his fears.

The assistant typed away on her computer, and Pierce’s phone rang. It was Arlene. Hopefully, she knew what was going on. “Hello?”

“Hey, Pierce. Why didn’t you guys call me when Justin arrived? I told him to call me when the plane landed and when you met with him,” Arlene wondered, and he could tell that she was agitated for some reason.

“Arlene, listen. I’m sorry to say this, but Justin has not arrived. An attendant here said that he was not on the flight. I don’t understand what’s going on,” he was forced to reveal, and Arlene yelled in his ear.

“No! That’s crazy! NO! Tell the attendant to check again!” she started yelling. “I’m going to talk to someone on my end too. I’m still at the airport.”

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For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

“Ok. Listen, calm down. Everything will be alright. There must be a mix-up or something,” he said, trying to calm his ex-wife because he knew she was prone to hysterics.

“I’m not calming down! This is our child, Pierce! Talk to you later!” she screamed and hung up.

“Sir, like I said. There was no Justin on the flight. There’s nothing I can do. Are you sure this is the airline?” the attendant asked.

“Yes! It’s the only flight that arrived at this time from Virginia! My son was on that flight. My ex-wife just confirmed. Please, help me, miss. He’s only seven. Can you call anyone? Should I call the police?” Pierce started asking questions rapidly. The attendant sighed and grabbed her phone.

***

“Justin, where are you? Why didn’t you call me sooner? What’s happening?” Arlene asked desperately on her phone.

“Mom, we have been trying to find Dad for hours, and he’s nowhere. Did you talk to him?” the little boy said through the phone.

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For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

“Your father is right at the arrival area. He’s just as worried as I am. Please, give the phone to your escort,” Arlene requested and demanded an explanation from the woman, who only reiterated what Justin said earlier. There was no Pierce anywhere in the airport.

She told them to wait until she called again and dialed her ex’s number. “Pierce, Justin called me and said they’ve been looking for you for a long time. What’s going on?” she said, one hand running through her hair in frustration. She knew Justin was safe, but there was no reason why they couldn’t find each other.

“There’s no way, Arlene. That’s impossible. People here are saying he was not on the flight!” Pierce stated.

“How is that possible?” Arlene wailed, almost starting to cry from the worry and exasperation. But something occurred to her at that moment. “Give me a second.”

She went to her emails where she had sent Pierce the flight details. However, she had written them instead of sending a screenshot, and she suddenly realized her big mistake. “Pierce,” she started, again putting the phone in her ear. “Where are you?”

“What do you mean? I’m at Orlando International Airport. Why?” Pierce questioned, confused by her words. But something clicked in his brain at that moment.

“Justin arrived at Orlando Sanford International Airport!” Arlene yelled, and Pierce took off in a run.

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“Jesus! Arlene, why didn’t you say that in your email! Most flights got to MCO!” he scolded her breathlessly as he ran to his car. “I’ll be there in 30 minutes!”

While Pierce was on his way, Arlene called Justin and explained to his escort what had happened. She was relieved too, and they waited for Pierce to arrive.

Less than an hour later, Justin called her. “I’m with Dad, Mom! Thank you for helping me! I’ll send you pics of Disney soon!”

Arlene hung up the phone with her son and breathed deeply as if she couldn’t get enough air in her lungs. Finally, she walked to her car.

What can we learn from this story?

  • You must send all the details of a flight and check several times. These poor parents worried so much because they had not communicated well enough. Luckily, nothing happened, and they resolved the issue.
  • It’s always best to fly with your kids. While an unaccompanied minor service is perfect for busy parents and other situations, Arlene should have traveled with her son if she was going to worry so much. She would have avoided worrying so much.

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I Took My Little Daughter to Visit My Girlfriend – I Couldn’t Believe What She Found in Her Room

When my four-year-old daughter, Chloe, begged me to leave my girlfriend Lily’s house, I knew something was wrong. Her fear was unlike anything I’d seen before, and as much as I wanted to reassure her, I couldn’t ignore the urgency in her trembling voice.

“Chloe, don’t forget your jacket,” I called out as I grabbed my keys from the counter.

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A man putting on his coat | Source: Midjourney

“I don’t need it, Daddy!” she yelled back, her voice muffled from the closet where she was probably picking out her favorite sparkly sneakers.

I shook my head, smiling. At just four years old, Chloe already had a mind of her own. Being her dad wasn’t easy—raising her alone never was. My ex-wife, Lauren, had left us before Chloe even turned one. She decided motherhood wasn’t for her. Since then, it’s been just the two of us.

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A man with his daughter | Source: Pexels

The first year was the hardest. Chloe cried constantly, and I had no idea what I was doing. I’d rock her to sleep for hours, only to have her wake up minutes after I put her down. But we found our rhythm.

Three months ago, I met Lily. I’d gone into the coffee shop for my usual black coffee, no cream, no sugar. She was behind me in line, wearing a red scarf and a smile that was impossible to ignore. “You look like you need something stronger than coffee,” she’d joked.

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A smiling woman wearing a red scarf | Source: Midjourney

That one comment turned into a full conversation, and eventually, a date. Lily was warm and easy to talk to. Chloe had met her twice already, and they seemed to get along. Chloe wasn’t shy about her feelings. If she didn’t like someone, she’d say so. The fact that she smiled around Lily gave me hope.

“Are we there yet?” Chloe asked, her nose pressed against the car window.

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A smiling girl in a car | Source: Midjourney

“Almost,” I said, trying not to laugh.

Tonight was our first visit to Lily’s home. She’d invited us for dinner and a movie, and Chloe had been talking about it all week.

When we pulled up, Chloe gasped. “She has fairy lights!”

I looked up at the balcony where tiny golden lights glowed. “Pretty cool, huh?”

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A house with fairy lights | Source: Pexels

Lily opened the door before we even knocked. “Hey, you two!” she said, beaming. “Come in, come in. You must be freezing.”

Chloe didn’t need a second invitation. She darted inside, her shoes flashing like tiny fireworks.

The apartment was cozy, just like Lily. A soft yellow couch sat in the middle of the room, with colorful throw pillows arranged perfectly. The walls were lined with bookshelves and framed photos, and a small Christmas tree twinkled in the corner, even though it was mid-January.

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A cozy room | Source: Pexels

“This is awesome!” Chloe exclaimed, spinning around.

“Thanks, Chloe,” Lily said with a laugh. “Hey, do you like video games? I’ve got an old console in my room you can try while your dad and I finish dinner.”

Chloe’s eyes lit up. “Really? Can I?”

“Of course. Follow me. I’ll show you where it is.”

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A girl talking to a woman at the dinner table | Source: Midjourney

As Chloe disappeared down the hallway with Lily, I stayed behind in the kitchen. The smell of garlic and rosemary filled the air as Lily pulled a tray of roasted vegetables from the oven.

“So,” she said, placing the tray on the counter, “any embarrassing childhood stories I should know about you?”

“Oh, there are plenty,” I admitted, laughing. “But let’s hear one of yours first.”

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A couple having dinner | Source: Pexels

“Well,” she said, grinning, “when I was seven, I decided to ‘help’ my mom redecorate. Let’s just say glitter glue and white walls don’t mix.”

I laughed, picturing it. “Sounds like something Chloe would do.”

Just as Lily was about to reply, Chloe appeared in the kitchen doorway. Her face was pale, her eyes wide with fear.

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A scared girl in the kitchen doorway | Source: Midjourney

“Daddy,” she said, her voice trembling, “I need to talk to you. Alone.”

We walked out into the corridor and I crouched to her level, trying to steady my voice. “Chloe, what’s wrong? Did something happen?”

Her wide eyes darted toward the hallway, then back to me. “She’s bad. She’s really bad.”

“What do you mean? Lily?” I glanced over my shoulder toward the kitchen, where Lily hummed softly as she stirred a pot.

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A man talking to his scared daughter | Source: Midjourney

Chloe nodded, her voice dropping to a whisper. “There are… heads in her closet. Real heads. They were looking at me.”

For a second, I didn’t understand. “Heads? What kind of heads?”

“People heads!” she hissed, tears spilling onto her cheeks. “They’re scary, Daddy. We have to go!”

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A crying young girl | Source: Pexels

I swallowed hard, my chest tightening. Was this her imagination running wild, or had she seen something truly awful? Either way, Chloe was terrified, and I couldn’t ignore it.

I stood, scooping her into my arms. “Okay, okay. Let’s go.”

Chloe buried her face in my shoulder, clinging to me as I carried her toward the door.

Lily turned, her brow furrowed. “Is everything okay?”

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A concerned woman cooking | Source: Midjourney

“She’s not feeling well,” I said quickly, avoiding her gaze. “I’m so sorry, but we’ll have to take a rain check on dinner.”

“Oh, no! Is she alright?” Lily asked, concern etched on her face.

“She will be. I’ll call you later,” I mumbled, heading out the door.

On the drive to my mom’s house, Chloe sat quietly in the back seat, her knees tucked under her chin.

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A sad girl in the car | Source: Midjourney

“Sweetheart,” I said gently, glancing at her in the rearview mirror. “Are you sure about what you saw?”

She nodded, her voice shaky. “I know what I saw, Daddy. They were real.”

My stomach churned. By the time I pulled into my mom’s driveway, my mind was racing. I kissed Chloe’s forehead, promising her I’d be back soon, and told my mom I needed to run an errand.

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A scared girl hugging her grandmother | Source: Midjourney

“What’s going on?” my mom asked, eyeing me curiously.

“Just… something I need to check out,” I said, forcing a smile.

I drove back to Lily’s with my heart pounding. Could Chloe have been right? The idea felt ridiculous, but her fear was too raw to dismiss.

When Lily opened the door, she looked puzzled. “Hey, that was fast. Is Chloe okay?”

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A confused woman opening her door | Source: Midjourney

I hesitated, trying to sound casual. “She’ll be fine. Hey, uh, would you mind if I played your old console for a bit? I, um… need to relax. It’s been years since I’ve touched one.”

Lily raised an eyebrow. “That’s random, but sure. It’s in my room.”

I forced a chuckle and headed down the hallway. My hands shook as I reached for the closet door. Slowly, I slid it open.

And there they were.

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A man standing in front of an open closet | Source: Midjourney

Four heads stared back at me. One was painted like a clown, its grin twisted and unnatural. Another was wrapped in tattered red fabric, its expression distorted.

I took a step closer, my heart hammering. Reaching out, I touched one. It was soft. Rubber.

They weren’t heads at all. They were Halloween masks.

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Halloween clown masks | Source: Midjourney

Relief flooded through me, but it was quickly followed by guilt. I closed the closet and returned to the kitchen, where Lily handed me a mug of coffee.

“You okay?” she asked, tilting her head.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “I need to tell you something.”

Her arms crossed. “This sounds serious.”

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A serious woman with her arms crossed | Source: Freepik

I nodded, shifting uncomfortably. “It’s about Chloe. She was scared earlier. Really scared. She said she saw… heads in your closet.”

Lily blinked, her expression unreadable. “Heads?”

“She thought they were real. I didn’t know what else to do, so after I dropped her off at my mom’s, I came back and, uh… I looked in your closet.”

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A couple talking in their kitchen | Source: Midjourney

Lily’s mouth fell open. “You went through my closet?”

“I know. It was wrong. But she was so terrified, and I needed to make sure she was safe.”

Lily stared at me for a moment before bursting into laughter. “She thought they were real? Oh my gosh.” She wiped her eyes, but her laughter faded as she saw the worry in my face. “Wait—she was that scared?”

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A laughing woman | Source: Freepik

“She was shaking,” I admitted. “I’ve never seen her like that before.”

Lily sighed, her amusement replaced with concern. “Poor thing. I didn’t even think about how those masks might look to her. I should’ve stored them somewhere else.”

I nodded. “She’s still convinced they’re real. I don’t know how to help her see otherwise.”

Lily’s eyes lit up. “I’ve got an idea. But I’ll need your help.”

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A woman talking to her husband | Source: Midjourney

The next day, Lily arrived at my mom’s house with a bag slung over her shoulder. Chloe peeked out from behind the couch as Lily knelt to her level.

“Hey, Chloe,” Lily said softly. “Can I show you something?”

Chloe clung to me but nodded warily.

Lily pulled out a mask—a silly one with a goofy grin—and slipped it on. “See? It’s not a head. It’s just for Halloween.”

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A funny halloween mask | Source: Midjourney

Chloe’s eyes widened, her fear softening into curiosity. “It’s… not real?”

“Nope,” Lily said, pulling the mask off. “Feel it. It’s just rubber.”

Tentatively, Chloe reached out, her small fingers brushing the mask. Her lips curved into a smile as she grabbed its nose. “It’s squishy!”

“Exactly!” Lily grinned. “Want to try it on?”

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A laughing little girl | Source: Pexels

Chloe giggled, slipping the mask over her head. Lily gasped dramatically. “Oh no! Where did Chloe go?”

“I’m here!” Chloe squealed, pulling the mask off.

Her laughter filled the room, and I felt a knot in my chest unwind.

Months later, Chloe was tugging at Lily’s hand as we walked into the park. “Mommy Lily, can we go on the swings?”

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A mother and daughter playing | Source: Pexels

Lily’s smile was as warm as ever. “Of course we can, sweet girl.”

Watching them together, I realized how close we had all become. A moment that could have torn us apart had instead brought us together.

Honesty, trust, and a little creativity had bridged the gap. Sometimes, the scariest moments can lead to the strongest bonds.

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A happy family | Source: Pexels

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