HAPPY 😨Because his parents were present, a little child dialed 911 in secret; the officers were horrified by what they witnessed.

Our hearts skipped a beat when the dispatcher announced the child’s call. “Mom and Dad… they’re in the room,” said the weak, shaky voice on the call. Please come quickly.” We knew that there was no time to wait.

A youngster, as white as paper, greeted us at the entrance. He muttered, “You came,” as he struggled to keep the dog on the leash. I simply nodded before heading upstairs.

A closed door was waiting for us there. Loudly introducing ourselves, we knocked. Silence in reply. Then a quick exhale, followed by a lock clicking. A man stood at the doorway, behind him a woman clutching something in her hands.

We were quite anxious, with our fingers poised to grab our guns. The air seemed to have thickened, and there was an uneasy feeling in the room.

😱😲Then we saw what she was holding in the next instant. Even the most seasoned among us froze at the scene in front of us.

Tension hovered in the air like a heavy mist when we walked in. The parents were standing in front of us with a little wooden box that was finely made. After a moment of uncertain, cautious eye contact, they turned back to us.

“Is everything okay?” the man asked, frowning bewilderedly.

We cops looked at one other, still unable to comprehend the situation. “We received a 911 call,” I stated coolly as I moved forward. Your son was concerned.

The mother crouched alongside the boy, who was still gripping the dog closely. “Have you called the police?” she inquired softly.

With a worried expression on his face, the boy nodded. “I thought you were fighting when I heard you talking.”

The woman gently brushed the hair off his forehead as she gave him a hug. “No, we were only discussing a significant topic.”

Then the man revealed to us: they had been debating the will of his recently deceased father, trying to go through the belongings he had left behind, including this box. We were shown it by the woman, who said, “There are keepsakes and a message inside. It was… emotional.”

I tried to demonstrate my knowledge by nodding.

The boy’s anxiety gradually subsided as he gazed at us. “You did the right thing,” I said, lowering down to his eye level. You can always ask for assistance if you’re feeling scared.