A South African grandmother’s bravery in trying to rescue her grandchild inspired a whole nation.
One of the biggest threats is home invasions and kidnapping in an increasing number of nations, including South Africa. They break in at night and search kid-friendly households before robbing them of their possessions, cash, and jewels. Sometimes attackers may abduct children and demand a ransom from the family in return for the youngster.
Parents had to go for work, so they asked grandmother Zelinda to watch for her grandson Lucas, who is 3 years old.
I overheard some noises coming from the front door in the middle of the night. The power went off across the entire home when I attempted to switch on the light in my room. I knew right away that something wasn’t right. I walked straight to Lucas’ room and gently cuddled him without waking him up. I immediately heard footsteps coming from the ground floor of the home, indicating that someone was inside.

My pulse was racing wildly, and I could feel my body shaking with anxiety as I walked on the tops of the stairs holding Lucas in my arms. The interior of the home was absolutely black. I made a little descent of the stairs in an effort to locate the home intruders. I walked to the kitchen and opened the entrance to the garage because I heard footsteps in the house’s living room. I was unable to go since the garage door was locked and I didn’t have the key.
Without waking Lucas, I popped the trunk of the car and put Lucas there gently. I wanted to shout but refrained because I felt like I was choking on terror. When I turned around to get back to the kitchen, a powerful hand grabbed me and shouted, in a deep voice, “Don’t move, don’t make noise, where is the child?” There were two men with masks. They questioned me “WHERE IS THE CHILD?” once more. When I informed them that he wasn’t at home, one of them became irate, grabbed me by the back of my head, slammed me on the floor of the living room, and yelled, “DON’T MOVE.” Using handheld spotlights, the men started looking through the home.

I could have gone out the door and fled, but I knew Lucas was there, so I stayed still on the floor as they instructed me. I grabbed a chair and tossed it in the living room’s huge window as soon as the men entered the kitchen. The sound was really loud, and the glass broke. The men fled in terror, oblivious of what was taking place.
I sprinted over to Lucas, who was still asleep, embraced him, and gave him a kiss. I broke down in uncontrollable tears. After hearing the boom, neighbors arrived.
They phoned the cops. Thank goodness nothing occurred and nobody was injured. I used to see reports about kidnappings of children, but I never imagined it would happen to me.

The grandma received praise from the police and her neighbors for her composure and tenacity. And Lucas enquired of his grandma, “Grandma, what happened to the window?” as he noticed the shattered window in the living room.

Grandmother answered, “I broke it.
Will your parents be offended that you shattered the window? Luis enquired.
The grandma remarked with a smile, “I’m sure they’ll understand.