The wood-paneled courtroom hummed with low whispers—until a small but steady voice cut through the noise.
“I’M MY MOM’S LAWYER”
The words came from eight-year-old Lucas Reed, and they landed like a shockwave.
Judge Margaret Collins paused mid-motion, her glasses halfway down her nose as she stared at the thin boy standing alone at the front row, his blazer clearly borrowed and his glasses sliding down his face. Across the aisle, Daniel Cross, a wealthy real estate investor from New York, stiffened in his chair.
“This is a custody hearing,” the judge said carefully. “Not a classroom presentation.”
“I understand, Your Honor,” Lucas replied, holding up a worn spiral notebook. “But under international child rights law, I have the right to speak in decisions that affect my life. And no one here is more affected than me.”
The courtroom fell silent.
Lucas’s mother, Emily Reed, sat frozen. She had spent years working double shifts as a hospital aide, raising her son alone. Daniel had appeared only a handful of times in Lucas’s life—always with expensive gifts, never with time or care. Now, suddenly, he wanted full custody.
Lucas’s hands trembled, but his voice stayed firm.
“I’ve prepared information showing why I should stay with my mom,” he said. “And why my father’s reason for wanting custody isn’t what he says.”
Daniel’s attorney leaned forward sharply. “This is highly inappropriate. The child has no legal standing—”
“Then why didn’t anyone give me a lawyer?” Lucas replied instantly. “In eight months of court, no one ever asked what I wanted. So I decided to speak for myself.”
A ripple of murmurs swept the room.
Judge Collins leaned back, studying him. “Alright, Lucas. Go on.”
Lucas opened his notebook. Inside were neatly taped newspaper clippings, handwritten notes, and highlighted pages. He spoke about missed birthdays, broken promises, and staged visits meant only for photos.
Then he lifted his head.
“My father recently lost a major lawsuit,” he said. “His wife filed for divorce. And my grandmother—Margaret Cross—left behind a trust fund worth $1.5 million. It’s for me.”
Gasps filled the courtroom.
“The money only becomes available if my father gains custody,” Lucas continued. “That’s why he’s here.”
Daniel Cross went pale.
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