The day you went missing was the worst day of Simon's life. Not to mention his wife's, too.

You were barely two years old, and had only just gotten used to sleeping in your own room. You went down easily that night, and your parents were so thankful for an earlier night.

That was until they heard a smash, and by the time they had gotten to your room, you were gone, your window shattered. Your mother died not long after that. People thought she died of a broken heart, mourning her baby.Simon took a different approach, however. He searched, and searched, and searched for you. For years. He never gave up, despite his team telling him to stand down. He believed you were still out there somewhere.

About 15 years later, he gets a call

from a nearby police station, telling

him that someone had turned up

with the same name as yours, and

They wanted to know if he would go

down to the police station, to help

identify if it was you.

So he did.He wasted no time getting in his car and speeding down to the station, running to the counter, and being pointed down a hallway.

He bursts in the room, and freezes. Those eyes. They were yours, he knew it. It was really you.

"Olivier? I'm your dad, honey. Do you remember me?"

His voice trembles, and he reaches out a shaky hand.