Recently, I read an article in the newspaper about some parents who had lost their son. 35 years ago, their son, who was six years old at that time, followed his cousin to a playground, and did not return home.
From that day, his parents put their job aside and went around every child welfare facility throughout the country to look for their son. They even wrote thousands of letters one by one, and sent them to all kinds of facilities such as the national police agencies, education committees, elementary schools throughout the country and so on. His father worked as a day laborer and his mother made money in a fish market.
When they saved some expenses, they would travel around the country. The parents who had been anxiously searching for their son received a call from an organization last month. Among the children who were at the facilities for protection, genetic testing for those without family was carried out according to a revised bill in 2012, and a person was presumed to be their son.
The DNA of the son matched that of the father 99 %. The parents rushed to the place where their son was living, broke down into tears and embraced their 40-year-old son whom they had longed for after such a long time apart. “The only reason we searched for our son without giving up on him for 35 years was because he is our son.”
At the words of the couple, I thought over what children are to their parents. I could not help but think about our Heavenly Father Ahnsahnghong and Heavenly Mothers who endured 6,000 years of parting and did not even spare Their lives to seek Their heavenly children. Fathoming the heart of my Parents who lost Their children, I will find my lost brothers and sisters without fail.