That day, I found a child.
He looked about seventeen or eighteen, huddled alone in the cold wind.
He had bright, sparkling eyes, and his black down jacket was already soaked by the falling snow.
For a moment, I was transported back to that winter night.
I saw snow falling everywhere and a red umbrella.
"Come with me," a man said.
I said the same thing.
Theme: Keep moving toward hope
