A Mysterious Disappearnce of A Boy

2020-11-20 19:20:58 Written by Heba Hallak

He is Bobby Dunbar.

Cute, right? What if I told you that the boy in the image might not be Bobby?

 

His story is deemed to be one of the most mind-puzzling dilemmas to happen. It is a long one, so I will outline it while keeping all the important information and detail.

 

So virtually, back in 1912, young Bobby Dunbar, who was only four at the time, went on a usual but fun fishing trip with his family and cousins to Swayze Lake, Louisiana. On the day, his father, to whom Bobby was extremely attached, dropped them at the area and hurried back to work.

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According to the boy’s mother, Bobby had behaved badly and started crying for his father, shouting he wanted to go back to him. So to calm the kid, she instructed the oldest of the cousins to take them to the sides of the lake to play and spend some time while she prepared the food in the cabin.

 

The teenager accountable for all the children took them to the lake, where they spent some decent time. When Lessie Dunbar, Bobby’s mother, called them back to the cabin, he huddled all the children and started walking back to their actual place. However, when they eventually arrived at the cabin, Bobby was not among the children.

 

Desperate for her son, Lessie and everybody one else ran back to the lake, where they started a search for the child. He was nowhere to be found.

 

 

The police were quickly contacted, and on a similar day, what later came to be an eight-month search for miserable Bobby Dunbar was instigated. Police troops inspected the region, skilled divers went aquatic to look for a drowning body, inspectors dissected wild bears and crocodiles in a try to discover human traces inside them, but not even a single sample of DNA was found of the child.

 

Bizarre? We’re just getting started!

 

Neighbours and friends started implying Bobby could have gone after his father, and ultimately gotten lost, and possibly kidnapped. No one knew for certain what had occurred to him, but Lessie never lost faith and knew for sure her son was still out there.

 

So after eight months of searching, Lessie is eventually called by the police: a boy very identical to Bobby was sighted in Mississippi. The boy, along with the thrived man who was with him when found in a cafeteria, was then escorted to Louisiana. Lessie accepted watching the boy make sure of his identity.

 

When Lessie arrived in the room where the boy was kept, she screamed tears of joy, and started shouting out something like, “Thank the Lord, I found my boy!”

 

She claimed the boy was Bobby. Nonetheless, William Walters, the boy’s company, persuaded her the boy was Bruce Anderson, his sister’s son. Rejecting to let his nephew go with the Dunbar family, Julia Anderson, Bruce’s mother, was instantly brought to the scene, where she confronted Lessie and fought for her son.

 

Back in the day, it was either get a lawyer or go home. Julia, a poor woman, could not pay for a lawyer for the circumstance, and so she was called a liar, and the boy was given to the Dunbar family.

 

Note that, when the boy met Lessie, he did not respond, and did not react to the name “Bobby”. But at the same time, he never reacted to name “Bruce” either and failed to indicate any affection to either of the women.

Julia then walked in and argued that the only reason her son refused to react was that he was traumatized, as Walters used to beat him up whenever they met. According to Julia, her brother had walked into her house five months earlier, asked for Bruce to take him on a “trip”, and never got the boy back. So, technically, Julia too had forfeited her son and was more than pleased to be seeing him again.

 

Yet, the police rejected to believe her, and the boy was recognized as Bobby Dunbar.

 

Years passed, the boy grew up, got married, had children, had grandchildren… And the problem remains: was he Bobby Dunbar? Or was he Bruce Anderson?

 

Oh, and here’s the shock: In 2004, DNA profiling organized in retrospect that the boy discovered with Walters and "returned" to the Dunbar family as Bobby had not been a blood relative of the Dunbar family.

 

Uh-Oh…

 

So, why do I feel sorry for him?

 

Because the child lived a lie. This ladies and gentlemen is the real-life and significant version of “my life is a lie”.

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