I Accidentally Dropped My 14-Year-Old Son’s Piggy Bank – And It Wasn’t Just Money Inside
I had a day off and decided to stay home to tackle some household chores.
I was doing laundry, cooking, cleaning, and just waiting for my husband to come home from work and my son to get back from school.
While I was cleaning my son’s room, I decided to clear out some junk from his closet. That’s when I stumbled upon a piggy bank I’d never seen before.
It struck me as odd since my son is 14 and hasn’t used kid stuff like piggy banks in ages.
I picked it up, smiling, but then I accidentally dropped it.
It shattered on the floor, and out spilled a bunch of HUNDRED-DOLLAR BILLS.
I was totally shocked — we don’t spoil him with that kind of money.
But then I looked deeper.
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Among the money, there were small folded notes, a key, and… something that made my heart skip a beat — a small packet wrapped in black plastic.
I froze. My first thought was… No. Please, not drugs.
With trembling hands, I opened the first folded note. My stomach tightened as I read:
“For Mom and Dad. When we have to leave.”
The second note was even more disturbing:
“If they find out, hide the key.”
I picked up the mysterious key, trying to figure out what it could possibly unlock. It wasn’t for our house, and it didn’t look like a bike lock key either.
The small black plastic packet was heavier than it looked. I hesitated — part of me didn’t want to know. But I slowly unwrapped it… and inside was an old USB flash drive.
Why would my son be hiding money, strange notes, and a USB? And why did the notes sound like they were written for some kind of escape?
A chill ran down my spine.
The sound of the front door unlocking jolted me. My son was home. I quickly swept the money and items back together and hid them behind me as he walked in.
He froze when he saw my face — and then his eyes darted to the broken pieces of the piggy bank on the floor.
“Mom… you weren’t supposed to see that,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
My hands tightened around the USB.
“What is this, and where did you get all this money?”
He glanced nervously toward the window, then back at me.
“Please… not here. They might be watching.”
My heart pounded.
“Who’s watching, Alex?”
He took a deep breath, then said words I’ll never forget:
“The people who are looking for Dad.”
