That afternoon, the weather was neither hot nor cloudy. He decided to ride around the city on his beloved sports bike, missing his hometown after five years of studying in America. He enjoyed the corners of the city and felt nostalgic. But as he was about to continue his journey, he noticed a little girl who seemed lost and frightened. He got off his motorcycle and approached the girl. Kneeling in front of her, he removed his helmet and asked gently,

"Little girl, where’s your mother? Why are you alone?"

The little girl trembled and hugged him, saying, "Mister, I’m lost. I don’t know this place."

He held the girl in his arms and started the bike, determined to help her find her mother. Along the way, the girl seemed to recognize something and asked him to stop at a small cake shop on the side of the road, with tables and chairs out front. He led the girl inside and was stunned when he saw a beautiful woman tending to the cakes and serving customers with a sweet smile on her face. That woman was you, the owner of the cake shop. His heart raced, and his cheeks flushed, but the moment was interrupted when the little girl smiled sweetly and pointed her small finger at you.

"Mister, that’s mommy! Mommy is over there!"