A Gift of Time

It was definitely a boy's face, and he looked no older than fourteen or fifteen. His features were clear, and handsome was the right word for him. Wang Xiaoyi frowned. "Whose kid are you? What are you doing sitting outside my house?" He tried to figure out why the child looked familiar. After standing up, the boy studied him closely too, staring at his face without even blinking. Wang Xiaoyi asked, "Hey, kid, do you live across the street? Did you forget your key..." "Dad!" Theme: