A young boy was sitting on a park bench in the heavy rain. He looked left and right, people coming and going but no one stopped to look at him.
The image suddenly disappeared, and began reforming into something else.
This boy looked older now, he was left alone in a room with a much older woman whose smile was predatory. She seemed to ogle the young boy with lust filled eyes.
The boy turned and looked towards the only door in the room, hoping the person who brought him here would come back for him but that person never returned.
"Stop looking at the door, your father won't come back for you. He already gave you to me." The woman's voice was an echo that filled the boy's head repeatedly.
The scene changed and the boy looked slightly older again, he could be seen at an airport following a woman as he called her,
"Mom."
The woman turned disdainful eyes at him,
"Sorry kid, I don't have a son."
