“Tim, are you sure this is where you live?”
“Positive, but mom won’t recognize me”, the skinny boy replied.
That moment, a woman with scarlet locks and glittering emerald eyes opened the old door.
“How may I help you, officer?”
“Ma’am, I am no officer but simply a chauffeur. I believe Tim here needs you.”
“I’m sorry, but I have no son.”
Tim looked at the old man with eyes saying; I told you so.
“I’m sorry, Tim. I wish I could help you more.”
With tears running down his cheeks, Tim mumbled, “You already have, Oscar. More than you know.”