On my flight to Virginia a person appeared in front of me that looked so much like my son. I almost got up and talk to them. It was a tall woman dressed in a mini skirt, long legs with tie up boots on And mid length hair and they stood right in front of me about 12 feet away looking at the board for the airline flight and I kept looking and looking and thinking its my son is ? I couldn’t bring myself to get up. I was frozen Then they ran away to the back and looked my way and then went way over the other side and sat. I kept looking because I had a weird feeling that it was my son and I did not recognize him dressed as a woman. This has been tearing me apart ever since this happened. I asked my daughter to ask him if it was him she said he said it wasn’t but I don’t believe him because he’s been a liar all his life. He wrote me after that and said that he hadn’t left Oakland since two or three years and if it was him, he wouldn’t have run away from me well, I don’t believe him. I think it was him. And I didn’t recognize my own son! I noticed the chin I noticed the way he looked the way he acted, but I was frozen. I couldn’t do anything and I don’t know why. My whole point is this is hurt me much more than I want it to.