It started, as so many memorable moments do, with a child’s voice calling out from the garden.
“Mom! Dad! Come look at this!”
There was urgency in his tone—not fear, exactly, but excitement mixed with confusion. The kind of excitement that only comes when you’ve found something you know doesn’t belong, something that feels important simply because it’s unknown.
When we stepped outside, we expected the usual: a bug, a frog, maybe an oddly shaped rock. Our garden is no stranger to surprises. But what he was pointing at didn’t fit into any category we recognized.
It was strange.
It was unfamiliar.
And it didn’t look like anything we’d seen before.
That was the moment the questions began
