The Last One I Found Was a Boy in Houston, Texas

I was on a mission to tell these stories. And in a sense, the mission sort of was my investment,. So when I reached someone who could tell me something, I would get really excited. The idea that this kid might be undocumented in life and not documented in his death was kind of more than I could be. It could just be a defective person, that is also true. My wife has some theories about that. Listening to the 911 calls, like in America you can have access to the, he would be the 999 calls. That was very emotional. Toughest one was a boy called Samuel Brightman in Dallas. His mum was so pleased to see me as he