Made-up story. One day I walked in a park and saw a boy about six years old. He stood up and cried. He was alone. I came up to the boy and asked "Why do you cry? Where is your mother?" "I lost my mother." said the boy. He had blond hair and blue, sadly eyes. "What's your name?" I asked. "Tom" said the boy. "How did it happen?" I asked. "We had bought an ice-cream, when I stepped away from her." said the boy. To be continued