My son came home after lessons almost crying.
He whispered, “Mom, I lost all my money! I went to the toilet during the break, and when I came back, my pencil case was empty.”
I realized that there was no point in looking for it in class.
Everyone would just claim that my son had lost the money himself.
And then it hit me. I said, Let’s get creative.”
The next morning, I handed my son a slightly thicker pencil case than usual.
Hidden inside was a tiny Bluetooth tracker and a folded note that read: “Whoever took this money, please return it. If you need help, just ask.”
He nodded nervously but understood.
That evening, he came home beaming.
“Mom! You won’t believe it! I opened my pencil case after lunch, and the money was back! And… there was a small candy in it too.”
We never found out who took the money. But maybe the note struck something deeper than guilt—maybe it reminded someone that there’s always another way, and someone willing to help.
Sometimes, kindness speaks louder than punishment.