At a quiet lakeside, an elderly woman saw a dark-skinned woman with two light-skinned boys — one crying, the other in her arms. Assuming the worst, she rushed to a police officer, convinced it was a kidnapping.
But when the officer checked, the woman calmly showed papers proving the boys were her adopted sons. Shame replaced the accuser’s confidence. That morning, she realized not every suspicion is truth — sometimes it’s just prejudice in disguise.