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I woke up in an unfamiliar place.
Where is it here?
The last thing I remember was that I was in a car with a woman. I think she might be my mother. and i fell asleep Then I can't remember anything anymore. I can't remember all the previous stories. What is my name? Who am I?
Did my mother leave me? No, no, she wouldn't have done that. Maybe she could go somewhere and come back. I'll wait here my mom will be back must come back
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The rain began to fall from the sky. and began to get heavierAfter several hours, his mom still had not returned. The rain showed no signs of stopping and continued to fall harder and harder. flowed down with the tears of a boy who was still sitting there waiting for his mom
Not long after, the rain had turned into a storm. The sky rang loudly. People rushed into their houses without a single person paying attention to the boy sitting in the rain alone. The boy sat and cried until he fell asleep again.
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The sky was clear without a trace of the storm yesterday. The boy woke up again to the fact that his mother had not returned. In the meantime, the boy heard the sound of someone or maybe two people walking this way. The boy grew hopeful again, thinking that it was his mother.
But the truth remains the truth, it cannot be changed. That voice wasn't the boy's mother, but two young men walking along and talking about something the boy didn't understand.
When the two men noticed, the boy walked up to him. "Hey, why are you sitting here alone?" The taller boy asked him.
The boy just shook his head. He also didn't know why he came here. and how come
"What about your mother?" asked another man.
The boy shook his head again. The two men looked at each other puzzled. At that moment the boy spoke up. "My mother... I don't know where she's been." Finished speaking, the boy continued to sit down.
"So what's your name?" the man asked. "I don't remember." After a moment of silence, the boy continued. "But she call me Ham." The man seemed a little surprised by the word 'she', but didn't ask.
"Okay, what do you remember?" asked the other man, but Ham shook his head a third time. The man sighed softly and continued. "My name is Chris. This person's name is Lewis." Finished, Chris looked slightly at Lewis and began to speak again. "Then you go with us first." Chris held out his hand to Ham. Ham held Chris's hand and slowly stood up.
The three kept walking, realizing that they were in front of a police station. As the trio entered, Ham noticed that the insiders seemed to have a fair amount of respect for Chris and Lewis. The three entered a room. There was a man sitting in the room wearing a police officer's uniform, looking at the papers on his desk.
"Dad," Chris called the man. The man looked up and smiled at Chris. Then he looked at Ham. Chris tells the story of Ham to his father. The man nodded once and asked Ham. "Do you remember your mother face?" Ham shook his head again. The man was silent for a moment and said. "Then you can come to our house first. My name is Marco, Chris's father. You can call me dad." Ham nodded for the first time of the day.
Then Marco continued, "Chris, he's probably the same age as Charlie. Anyway, Dad will take care of the matter for you and the school as well. Let's take him to rest." He said as he gently stroked Ham's head. The trio then bid farewell to Marco and headed home to Chris.
