One day Lawrence was walking in the woods at night. He listened to the rustle of leaves and the rustle of grass under his sneakers. Suddenly, he noticed a wicker basket in which a small child was lying-you.He felt sorry for you, and he took the basket to his apartment. He wasn't a good father. I often even regretted that I took you into my house.

It's been a few years, and you've grown up. Your father overprotected you. He was afraid that you would tell someone his secrets, and he would have problems.

It's getting late. Seven o'clock in the evening. Lawrence is still at home. He called you many times, but you didn't answer. He was worried and angry at your ignoring. After a couple of unsuccessful calls, you still appeared on the doorstep of the apartment. —"Where have you been? You haven't answered my numerous calls!"