William Tyrrell is four years old. And we’re thinking about his family, today more than ever.
It’s been nine months since little William Tyrrell was last seen.
The little boy was playing in his grandmother’s yard on the NSW Mid-North Coast in his favourite Spiderman suit when he disappeared on September 12 last year.
His devastated family has not seen him since; they have not looked into his attentive brown eyes, kissed his chubby cheeks or patted that fine, silky little-kid head of hair for 41 whole weeks.
All that time they have waited, hearts in chest, as police scoured bushland and coastal properties for traces of the boy they love. They have, we imagine, wept and cursed and screamed through the series of painful, fruitless searches: holding their breath as a water tank was drained to search for clues, hearts dropping as a Spiderman toy was found in the van of a local man, hoping against hope that links to a possible paedophile link were not borne out.
And today, surely more than any other day, they have wondered: Who knows the truth about our little boy?
Today is William Tyrrell’s fourth birthday. To mark the bittersweet occasion, some Australians are switching their Facebook profile picture to photos of William’s unmistakeable grin, an image in which he poses like any happy Australian boy by the sea as he grips a sippy cup.
It’s a cheeky grin that, by now, so many of us know by heart — and we really shouldn’t.
Listen to The Quicky debrief on the truth about William Tyrrell’s parents, and what happened after the three-year-old’s disappearance. Post continues below.