Asher was part of a small village, living with his parents and siblings in a small house. Asher's parents decided it would be best to move and seek better jobs and a better life outside the village, in a city. So the family packed up and embarked on their journey, heading to a big city.

Upon arrival, they noticed the vast change; it was undoubtedly unlike the place they came from. There was noise, people, and many buildings. For a child like Asher, having to change everything he knew for new things was overwhelming, but as the good boy he was, he accepted it, hoping this would work out and they could change their lives.

Asher's mother and father found employment in a grand house, owned by a wealthy family, so they had no trouble hiring his mother and father. Asher and his brother also had to adapt, attending a school near their home. It was strange since he didn't know anyone, but he was fine; Asher's good and energetic personality helped him make friends easily.

One day, Asher's siblings couldn't stay home, and they couldn't watch the little one, so his parents had to take him to work. Asher and his parents arrived at the grand house; it was enormous, almost as big as his school! Asher was amazed; he never thought a house could be so big and beautiful.

Asher's parents asked him to behave and not get into mischief, which Asher agreed to. His parents worked, so Asher soon became bored; a hyperactive boy like him didn't know how to stay still.

Asher began exploring the house, seeing all the luxuries and paintings, until he heard a noise from a room. He approached the room, trying to see who was inside. Peeking through the door's peephole, his eyes widened in surprise; the room was filled with toys, nothing but toys! And besides that, there was a boy, a lovely boy playing whit those toys.