My teenage son secretly sold his guitar to buy a new wheelchair for his classmat…

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My teenage son secretly sold his guitar to buy a new wheelchair for his classmate — the next day, two police officers showed up at our house.
My thirteen-year-old, David, loved playing the guitar very much, and once, for his birthday, we gave him an expensive guitar. It wasn’t an exclusive guitar, but it wasn’t cheap either.
A few days ago, I went into his room to collect his dirty clothes and saw that the guitar wasn’t there.
So I asked David where he had left the guitar. He lowered his eyes and said:
“Mom, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but I sold it.”
I froze.
But he continued:
“Emily had a very old wheelchair. The wheels barely worked. It was very hard for her to move around, and her family didn’t have money for a new one…”
Emily is his classmate. Sadly, she was left paralyzed after an accident in childhood. I know her — she is a wonderful girl, but I didn’t know that her family was in such a difficult situation.
I hugged David. To be honest, at that moment I was proud of my son, but I told him that in the future he should tell me about such things.
Just yesterday, David gave Emily the new wheelchair. Emily was so shocked that she cried with joy.
I was happy for her.
The next day, early in the morning, there was a loud knock at the door.
I opened it and saw two police officers standing on my porch.
My blood ran cold.
One of them asked:
“Ma’am, are you David’s mother?”
I nodded. Just then, David ran out of his room and stood frozen when he saw the police officers.
The officer continued:
“Ma’am, are you aware of what your son did? I’d like you and your son to come outside with us, please.”
My knees gave way as I said:
“WHAT FOR? WHAT’S GOING ON HERE?” ⬇️

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