A long, long time ago, I had a father and a mother, too.
Although... I didn't have a home...
...
It was a lonely night. The man clutched his unusually long legs, shivering from the cold, yet he remained squatting obediently in the small room.
He had a photograph in his pocket. In it, his father and mother were pressed close together with him in the middle. The three of them were smiling happily, looking impossibly close.
It was a past he missed so deeply that he wondered if a hundred years had already gone by.
He was already twenty-four years old, but he still couldn't speak a single complete sentence.
The one thing he was best at was propping himself up at the window, waiting for his mother to feed him.
But Mom hadn't come for several days...
He watched and waited, peering through the small, high window. He knew his mom wouldn't be coming today, either.
He felt a little disappointed.
