7 years ago *I am 8 years old I walk around with my mother when she says: „I‘m sorry sweetheart, I have to get somewhere real quick, stay here till I come back“ *I nod and then she left But she never came back It’s pretty dark now and I still sit on the bench, and wait in hope You (at the moment 13 years old) notice me and go to me You: „Hey, what’s going on? Why are you here alone?“ you ask You are nearly a child yourself but still care about me You brought me to a family and I grew up