Car of mom who vanished 23 years ago found with heartbreaking evidence… What was inside: Check the comments 

Investigators have found human remains inside the car of a woman who disappeared in Arkansas 23 years ago with her child.

Adventures With Purpose, a charity that works to solve cold cases around the nation, found Samantha Jean Hopper’s car in eight feet of water on Tuesday, according to a statement from the Pope County Sheriff’s Office.

The missing report for Hopper was filed on September 11, 1998.

Samantha, her daughter, and her blue Ford Tempo were never found, according to the statement. Samantha was reportedly on her way to drop off her daughter Courtney Holt before going on to a performance in Little Rock.

The automobile was discovered eight feet below the surface by the charitable organization.

The human remains in the automobile will be taken to the Arkansas State Crime Lab in Little Rock, according to officials, so that their DNA may be examined.

The Pope County Sheriff’s Office released a statement saying, “We are grateful to have played a small part in helping to bring this 23-year-old case to closure and would like to send our sincere condolences to the family of Samantha Hopper and Courtney Holt.”

Hopper’s daughter Dezarea wrote on a memorial page that her mother was nine months pregnant when she vanished.

Dezarea’s sister was roughly two years old. Dezarea described the discovery of their bodies as a “relief.”

My granddaughter was constantly mocked by her classmates because of her braces.

The sun streamed through the kitchen window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. I sat at the table, sipping my tea, when the doorbell chimed. A wave of excitement washed over me. It was Lizzie, my granddaughter, a whirlwind of energy and sunshine.

But today, her smile seemed a little forced, her eyes downcast. “Hi Grandma,” she mumbled, her voice barely a whisper.

My heart sank. I knew something was wrong. Lizzie, usually a chatterbox, was unusually quiet. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” I asked, pulling her onto my lap.

She shrugged, her shoulders drooping. “Nothing.”

“Come on, darling,” I coaxed. “You can tell me anything.”

After a long pause, she finally admitted, “The kids at school are teasing me again.”

My blood ran cold. “Teasing you about what?”

Lizzie looked down at her feet, her voice barely audible. “My braces… and now my glasses.”

My heart ached. I remembered the cruel taunts I had endured as a child, the feeling of being different, of not fitting in. I couldn’t bear to see my granddaughter go through the same thing.

“Lizzie,” I said, my voice firm, “those kids are just mean. They’re jealous. You are beautiful, inside and out, with or without braces or glasses.”

She looked at me doubtfully. “But everyone else is wearing contacts.”

A mischievous glint entered my eye. “Really? Well, then I guess I need to get some contacts too!”

Lizzie’s eyes widened. “But Grandma, you don’t need glasses!”

I chuckled. “Oh, but I do, darling. I’ve been needing glasses for a while now, but I’ve been too stubborn to admit it.”

And with that, I went to my room and emerged a few minutes later, sporting a pair of stylish, oversized glasses. Lizzie stared at me, her mouth agape.

“Grandma!” she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling. “We look like twins!”

She threw her arms around me, hugging me tightly. “Thank you, Grandma,” she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. “You’re the best grandma ever. I love you!”

My heart melted. I had never expected this reaction. I had simply wanted to comfort her, to show her that she wasn’t alone. But seeing her smile, her eyes shining with admiration, filled me with a joy I hadn’t felt in years.

From that day on, Lizzie embraced her glasses. She even started experimenting with different frames, choosing colors and styles that expressed her individuality. The teasing continued, of course, but it no longer had the power to dim her light.

And I, her unlikely accomplice, watched with pride as she blossomed into a confident, beautiful young woman, her glasses becoming a part of her unique identity. I had learned a valuable lesson that day: sometimes, the best way to combat negativity is with a little bit of humor and a whole lot of love.

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