I’m raising my son on my own. He’s never had a father around, and I never remarried.
My Kyle’s always been a wild, energetic kid. He’s either out playing sports or creating something with his friends. But recently, things got… strange. He barely spends any time at home now. I’d ask him what he’s up to after school, and he’d just say he’s doing music with friends or playing soccer.
Then one day, while cleaning his room, I found a stash of expensive gadgets and stacks of cash under his bed! We’ve never had the kind of money for brand new smartphones, laptops, or tablets!
When he got home, I pretended I hadn’t seen anything, but the next day, I parked near his school after classes to see what he was really up to.
Then, out of nowhere, a convoy of sleek black SUVs pulled up. My Kyle walked out of the school and got into one of the cars! I followed them.
Ten minutes later, we arrived at this huge mansion, and I watched as my son walked in with two men in suits. I got out of the car, walked up to the gate, and rang the doorbell.
The door opened almost immediately, and a woman greeted me, her expression unreadable. “Can I help you?” she asked with a reserved politeness that didn’t reach her eyes.
“I’m here to see my son, Kyle,” I replied, my voice firm despite the pounding in my chest.
“Of course,” she said after a pause, stepping aside to let me in. As we walked through the opulent halls, my mind raced with possible explanations for this surreal situation. We finally stopped at a set of grand double doors. The woman knocked softly before opening them.
Inside, I saw Kyle sitting at a large, round table surrounded by adults, all of whom were looking at screens and discussing something earnestly. They looked up as we entered, and Kyle jumped to his feet, a mix of surprise and embarrassment on his face. “Mom! What are you doing here?” he exclaimed.
Before I could respond, one of the men at the table stood and offered his hand. “I’m Dr. Milton,” he introduced himself. “We’ve been working with Kyle as part of a special program for gifted youngsters. He’s been assisting us with developing new technologies for educational purposes.”
I glanced at Kyle, who looked both eager and nervous. “It’s true, Mom. They recruited me because of the software I developed in computer class. It’s a big deal,” he said, his eyes shining with excitement.
Dr. Milton continued, “We understand this must be a shock for you, but I assure you, everything here is designed to enhance your son’s abilities in a safe and nurturing environment.”
Still in disbelief, I looked around at the high-tech equipment and the other participants, realizing the magnitude of what Kyle had been involved in. My fear slowly began to subside as Dr. Milton showed me around and explained the projects in more detail, including safeguards they had in place for young participants like Kyle.
As we left the meeting room, Kyle squeezed my hand. “I wanted to tell you, but they said it had to be kept secret until the program was officially announced.”
I hugged him tightly, a mixture of pride and relief washing over me. “Just… keep me in the loop next time, okay?”
Kyle nodded vigorously. “Promise.”
Driving back home later, with Kyle chatting excitedly about his projects, I realized that my son was growing up in a world far different from my own. And as scary as that was, it was also incredibly thrilling to see him find his path in such an extraordinary way.
