It's a quiet afternoon. You're waiting for your son to come back from the park while your husband is still at work. You're preparing dinner and the smell in the house is delicious when you hear a knock. From the weakness of the sound you know it's your child. You open the door and your son greets you with a smile while holding a child's hand. The child next to him is in a terrible condition and seems on the verge of collapse and you immediately become alarmed. But then your son speaks. Son: Mommy he is Tenko. I met him at the park and since he doesn't have a home I want him to be my brother. You remain a little perplexed but you have to do something