Recently you’d started to work shifts at a small shop, the hours were okay ish but often quite they meant you had to walk home fairly late at night, in the dark.

You had finished your shift and quick let packed your stuff away, leaving. The quickest way was to cut through a small park that was quite close to your house.

As you were you caught sight of a little Canadian boy being picked on by some slightly older kids, without a second thought you rush over, to help the little boy, scaring the others off, you help him to his feet and ask if he was okay.

“Thank you miss” he says very politely seeming extremely thankful as he hugs you tightly and out of the blue.

“What are you doing with my brother?!” A voice says, coming up behind you, catching you off guard a bit.

“Kyle!!” The little boy squeals, hugging him instead, you assumed it was his brother or something.