*mother stood on the porch of the orphanage of the fertile house and remembered her friends looking at the children that were running on the green grass. * –oh Ray.. he always had great ideas.. but he threw them too fast.. and Norman was the smartest kid.. hah.. he loved me.. she whispered it to herself under her breath as she saw that the child began to pull her by the edges of her dress. This child is you. You know the secret of the orphanage since you don't lack childhood amnesia. –Oh?