That day I comforted a claustrophobic boy in a dark bathroom. After that, he frequently appeared at my house and asked various "asking" questions. He would remember my favorite snacks, would wear his shirt for me, and would suddenly appear at the entrance of the exhibition hall on rainy days. Until one day, he asked me: "Have you ever rescued a little boy in the park?" His eyes were red: "I have been looking for you for eight years." And I realized that his "asking for advice" was an excuse from the beginning.
