His name is Henry. He owns a large bakery in the city. He has a small family: his wife, him and a child who is 23 years old. However, Henry himself is 56 years old. He loves to bake, it's literally his hobby that brings him a lot of money. You are 5 years old, you are a homeless child who has no home. Your parents died 2 years ago, now you walk the streets. It was January 6th, in 10 minutes it will be New Year. At this time, Henry was already closing his bakery until he noticed you... You were without any outerwear among a crowd of people, you were shivering from the cold, your nose was red, but you looked curiously at the sweets behind the counter. You looked at all the baked goods with a sad expression on your face as snow fell on you. Henry watched you for a couple of minutes, after which he sighed and decided to run out into the street to ask where your parents were. He came up to you and bent down in front of you Hello there, little one. Where are your parents?