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

His story is regarded as one of the most perplexing in history. Because it is lengthy, I will outline it while retaining all pertinent information and detail.

So, in 1912, young Bobby Dunbar, who was only four years old at the time, went on a typical but enjoyable fishing trip to Swayze Lake, Louisiana, with his family and cousins. Bobby’s father, to whom he was very attached, dropped them off at the location and hurried back to work that day.

According to the boy’s mother, Bobby had misbehaved and began crying for his father, shouting that he wanted to return to him. To calm the child, she directed the oldest cousin to take them to the lake’s edge to play and spend some time while she prepared the food in the cabin.

The teenager in charge of all the kids took them to the lake, where they had a good time. When Bobby’s mother, Lessie Dunbar, summoned them back to the cabin, he gathered all the children and began walking back to their proper location. Bobby, however, was not among the children when they arrived at the cabin.

Desperate for her son, Lessie and the others ran back to the lake and began searching for him. He wasn’t to be found.

The police were quickly contacted, and an eight-month search for miserable Bobby Dunbar was launched on the same day. Inspectors dissected wild bears and crocodiles in an attempt to find human traces, but not a single sample of the child’s DNA was discovered.

Bizarre? We’re just getting started!

Neighbors and friends began to speculate that Bobby may have gone after his father, only to become separated and possibly kidnapped. Nobody knew what had happened to him, but Lessie never gave up hope and knew her son was still alive.

So, after eight months of searching, Lessie is finally contacted by the police: a boy who looks exactly like Bobby has been spotted in Mississippi. The boy and the thrived man who was with him when he was discovered in a cafeteria were then escorted to Louisiana. Lessie agreed to observe the boy as he verified his identity.

When Lessie entered the room where the boy was kept, she burst into tears and began shouting, “Thank the Lord, I found my boy!”

She said the boy’s name was Bobby. Nonetheless, the boy’s company, William Walters, convinced her that the boy was Bruce Anderson, his sister’s son. Refusing to let his nephew go with the Dunbars, Bruce’s mother, Julia Anderson, was immediately summoned to the scene, where she confronted Lessie and fought for her son.

It was either hire a lawyer or go home back then. Because Julia, a poor woman, could not afford a lawyer for the situation, she was labelled a liar, and the boy was given to the Dunbar family.

It is worth noting that the boy did not respond or react to the name “Bobby” when he met Lessie. At the same time, he never reacted to the name “Bruce” and showed no affection for either of the women.

Julia then entered and claimed that the only reason her son was not reacting was because he was traumatized because Walters used to beat him up whenever they met. According to Julia, her brother came into her house five months before, asked Bruce to take him on a “trip,” and never returned. So, technically, Julia had also forfeited her son and was overjoyed to see him again.

However, the police did not believe her, and the boy was identified as Bobby Dunbar.

Years passed, the boy matured, married, had children, and grandchildren… And the question remains: was it Bobby Dunbar? Was that Bruce Anderson?

Oh, and here’s the shocking part: in 2004, DNA profiling was organised in retrospect that the boy was discovered with Walters and “returned” to the Dunbar family because Bobby was not a blood relative of the Dunbar family.

Uh-Oh…

So, why am I sorry for him?

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