L Has Many Meanings
- Matthew Joseph R. Banaag
- Jul 17, 2020
- 21 min read
The light shone through the curtains and caused the boy to stir. L didn’t like it when that happens and tried to cover his eyes. His efforts were useless, though, for he was already awake, and he knew that no matter how much he wanted to fall back into the arms of sleep he could not. The first thing L noticed was that he was on a bed, it was spacious and comfy. Without opening his eyes, he felt his surroundings, mapping it out in his head. There was a thick cotton blanket, old and fraying at the ends. The room smelled like cologne, the ones men in their late twenties would wear to impress women. L finally decides to open his eyes and lets everything register in his head. The bed was in the middle of a spacious room. To his right was a door leading to a bathroom. In front of him was a closet that also doubled as a mirror. Next to it was a door; most likely this was a house and not an apartment.
L slides out of bed and stretches. Once he felt like he was good he quickly pulls out his phone and looks around the room, wondering what angle was best to take the picture. It was strange. Ever since he could remember L would wake up in a different place every day. One day he would wake up on a beach full of tourists hungover from last night’s party. The next day he could wake up in the middle of the jungle, dangling precariously from a hammock. On most days, though, L would find himself in homes or apartments all around the world. After years of this happening L realized that he’d never wake up in the same place twice and that he’d only wake up somewhere else once he fell asleep at night. L would try staying up the whole night, but no matter what he does it just wouldn’t work. He just couldn’t stay.
After finally finding the best angle L quickly takes the picture and sits down to edit it. Once satisfied with his work he opens Instagram and posts it. L scrolled down and was delighted to see that all his other photos had so many likes. On each photo, he’d also see different comments in different languages, mostly complimenting his photography, at least according to Google Translate. Another thing L found odd at first, but never bothered finding out why was that the only thing that stayed with him were the clothes he was wearing and his phone. And as L grew older, his clothes and phone just seemed to adjust to him. His clothes, always fitting just right. Not the trendiest but keeping with the times. And the phone, it just seemed to upgrade itself in every sense. So, L realized, once he discovered that his phone had a camera, the way to take anything with him was just to take a picture of it and keep it in memory. It was lonely 18 years of life; L had to admit, not being able to make any lasting relationship with anyone sucks.
The closest friend he ever made was when he was 16 and woke up in a boat in France. Her name was Beatrice. She wasn’t actually French, she was just studying there. When L awoke he was surprised to see a young lady walking around the port early in the morning with a camera tucked under her arm. Every now and then an excited look would appear on her face and she’d capture the moment with her camera. Then she’d take a second look at the subject and later on bring out her phone and snap another pic. L normally tried to avoid people, but causing a ruckus while trying to get off the boat wasn’t the best idea.
“Here, need help?” she asked in her soft English accent and her arm outstretched.
L accepted her help and got off the boat.
“The name is Beatrice; you don’t look like you’re from here.”
“Call me L. Would you believe me if I just woke up here?”
She laughed at that and just shook her head. “Partied too hard list night?”
“Uh, let me check. Honestly, I wake up in so many different places I tend to forget where I was last. By the way, could you tell me where I am?”
As I bring out my phone Beatrice raises an eyebrow. She was probably wondering if the young man was actually deep into alcohol and drugs and was beginning to think it was a bad idea to talk to him until she saw his pictures.
Her eyes widen as L scrolled through the pictures.
“I think I remember what happened yesterday, nope it wasn’t a party.” He then locks his phone and looks back at Beatrice.
“Those pictures are amazing. Do you take all of those with just your phone?”
“Yeah, it’s nothing special. Anyone could’ve taken those photos, I just happen to be in the right place at the right time.”
“Can I see them again?”
“Sure.”
L hands her the phone, not minding that she didn’t answer his earlier question. It’s been a while since he talked to someone and he liked how she was so interested.
L walked outside the house. It wasn’t the most extravagant house he’s walked out of, but he preferred a house like that, not that he’d ever get to live in one anyway. He checked his phone and noted that it was only 7AM; whatever town he’s in was probably still waking up. He kept his phone and started walking. L had no destination in mind; he didn’t know where he was. He could always check Google, but he wanted to find out for himself. It was strange, his phone never ran out of battery and he could always post something on Instagram, but other than that it was like any other ordinary phone. One time L thought if he could get rid of the phone he’d stop moving around and finally find a home, but he couldn’t bring himself to throw it away. It had his entire life in it. How could one move on if one were always moving?
L was only 10 when he awoke to the smell of hot chocolate and a sweet kind voice asking him if he was okay. It took him a while, but finally a middle-aged looking woman swam into view. She had dark green eyes and dark red hair.
“You’re awake! Arthur, he’s awake. My goodness, we just found you here. Do you know how you got here?”
L’s eyes widened and tried to remain calm. This was the first time he woke up in an occupied house.
“Don’t be scared, hush there. Here, drink this,” she said offering him the warm cup of hot chocolate. “Relax, take your time. We won’t hurt you.”
L took a sip of the rich chocolate. A man enters, L presumes this to be Arthur.
“Helen, I told you to let him rest. He was sleeping fitfully when we found him.”
He was tall with a big nose and a friendly smile. He seemed older than Helen; because his hair was already graying and his forehead had multiple creases. He had a deep voice and a broad build. The couple was still in their nightgowns and suddenly L felt so ashamed to have appeared in such nice company. He was so used to people being suspicious and asking so many questions and here he was being taken cared for by strangers.
“You feeling better?” asked Helen.
L nodded and placed the empty cup on a nightstand by, what he realized was on, the bed.
“So,” she says calmly. “Can I ask what your name is?”
L cleared his throat and replied, “L.”
Arthur raised his eyebrow. “L? What does that stand for? Lucas? Louie?”
“L has many meanings, uh,” he replied. “What do I call you guys?”
Arthur seemed confused by the response, but nonetheless, “Arthur, call me Arthur, and this is my wife Helen.” He gestured towards the woman still by L’s side with a smile. It was a warm smile. L has seen those before, in movies, when he’d see other families, but seeing Arthur give him one was different. No one’s smiled at him like that before.
“So, L, can you tell me how you ended up in our house?” Helen inquired, concern seen plainly on her face.
L scratched his head and was about to begin explaining when Arthur interrupted him. “Helen, maybe L can tell us more about himself over breakfast? It’s only 7, and everyone’s just waking up.”
Helen’s face lit up at the sound of having a guest for breakfast. “Oh, you’re right! Where are my manners? L, please join us for breakfast. I’ll set things up right now.” And she scampers out the door.
Arthur chuckles, “I haven’t seen her as happy as this in a while. C’mon L, you hungry?”
L saw some joggers pass by. They both were plugged and focused more on the run rather than the beautiful sights around them. The coast was on the right and he could hear the waves crash against the shore. L walked towards the beach and sat on the sand watching tiny crabs scuttle by. Many people would find his life enviable, to be able to travel around the world for free, always waking up somewhere new. L forgot how he got his name, but he simply remembered one thing that L could stand for: lightning, because it never struck the same place twice.
It was around 2PM, today was moving too fast. Beatrice took L around to all the scenic spots. She brought him to a park nearby, they visited a museum, and they had lunch in a small café. Now they were laughing, the only ones left in the café. L looked at the dregs of his tea and couldn’t help but think that all this would be over soon.
“What’s up?” Beatrice asks.
“Nothing,” L replies.
“You sure?”
“Yeah.”
They both knew that wasn’t true.
L sighs. “Did you ever wish that every day you were someplace new? Ever imagined yourself going around the world, meeting new people, a new adventure every day?”
“Yeah, it sounds fun, I guess.”
This made L curious. “You know, every other person I’ve told that would light up at the idea.”
“Oh, that’s how you wanted me to react?”
They both laughed as Beatrice gave her best impression of being utterly surprised and completely absorbed in the topic.
L sat down in one of the tables outside. It started to drizzle and the green umbrella over the table lightly swayed with the breeze. It was a small café, smaller than the one in France, but this one was warm and full of people. L held on to the hot chocolate with both hands to keep him warm. L was beginning to get tired of taking pictures. What was the use if they were simply memories, something he could never have again? Most people would look at an old photo with a nostalgic feeling remembering a better time. For L, each photo was just a reminder of what he could never have, a home.
Over breakfast Arthur and Helen tried asking L some more questions, but seeing as to how it made him so nervous, they eventually dropped it.
The meal was delicious! For some strange reason, L always had a liking for homemade food. Helen made some pancakes that had small blueberries inside that would burst when you bit them. Arthur was telling him about how his favorite baseball team has been doing lately. He says he’s disappointed at how the pitcher has been lately, letting the opposing teams get hits off him, but the outfield and first-baseman made up for that with their quick response. He was beginning to talk about his own baseball career as an adolescent when Helen interrupts him.
“I know you don’t like being asked questions, dear, but can you at least answer these?”
L was nervous, but he nodded his head. Living alone made one more cautious.
“How old are you?”
“Ten.”
“Oh my, don’t your parents worry about you? Where do you live?”
At this L didn’t know how to respond. He only realized recently that he wasn’t like other kids.
“Uh, I don’t know how to explain this.” He began.
Arthur and Helen looked at him intently. Somehow L just knew he could trust these two.
It was a breezy day and the park was empty. Most likely the kids were at school. L wrapped his arms around himself while looking for a spot where he can sit down and try to plan his day. He spots a bench by the swings and begins walking towards them.
Up and down, up and down.
Beatrice was laughing as L pushed more on the swing. Up and down, up and down.
“You can stop now, I think that’s enough,” she says.
The swing went up and down one more time.
“So Beatrice, how long are you staying in France?”
“Till I finish studying, of course, then I’ll go back home. I’m not so sure what comes after that though. And you, L, when do you go home? I assume you’re not from here.”
Even though he was used to it, L was always stung by that question. He was never quite sure how to answer that. So, he gave the most honest answer he could, besides, Beatrice seemed like someone he could trust. Those kinds of people were very difficult to find these days.
“I don’t know when I’m going home, but I’m leaving tonight.”
This seemed to confuse Beatrice, but she didn’t question any further.
Before another question could be asked, L began, “Hey, do you have an Instagram?”
“Yeah, I do. Why?”
“Hey, can I follow you and you follow me? That way we can keep in touch.”
“You don’t have a cell phone number or anything?”
“Nope, since I’m always traveling I never really stuck with anything permanent, except Instagram.”
“But don’t you have friends to keep in touch with? Loved ones? Family?”
At this L just smiled.
“Follow me at L Over the World. No space, capital L, O, and W.”
Beatrice didn’t like not getting an answer, but she brought out her phone anyway.
L takes out his phone and sees that Beatrice sent him a new message. It was a picture of a sunset with the caption “Don’t be sad that it’s over, just be happy that it happened.” It was followed by a message, “Too sentimental?”
L smiled and keyed in his reply. Beatrice was always sending him these things, beautiful pictures she would take followed by a supposedly deep and profound quotation. She wasn’t the type of person who would just post anything on Instagram. To her all the photos she would post had to have a meaning, no matter how trivial it may seem.
L looked up and saw a family pass by. The couple seemed old but they were pushing a stroller with a very loud infant. He could hear the parents cooing and giggling with the child.
L explained everything to the best of his ability. He wasn’t sure if Arthur and Helen fully understood things, but he was surprised when tears started streaming down Helen’s face.
“Poor child,” she said.
L just smiled. “It’s okay; I’m learning to live with it.”
Arthur got up and stood by L’s side. “May I see your phone?”
L pulled it out, now it was one of those high-tech camera phones. L explained to them that as the years went by the phone would automatically change.
Arthur fiddled with the phone for a while before handing it back to L.
“Do you have to do anything in particular today, L?” asked Arthur.
L raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?” he asked.
“Well, why don’t we go out today?”
“I think I’ve been here before,” says L as he walks down the road. On each side were several beautiful houses. When he looked ahead, L saw that the road ended in a cul-de-sac and that there was a simple garden that was bursting with life. As L got closer he began to remember how Arthur and Helen brought him there that day. They were L’s parents for the day. When L asked where their children were Arthur had to explain that they weren’t capable to having their own kids. In fact, when they saw L in one of the rooms they almost thought their prayers were answered.
A tear slowly falls down L’s face; the nostalgia of that day would always hit him hard. He really liked Arthur and Helen. It seemed to L that as long as they were happy L could be happy too.
“Hey,” said a voice behind him.
L turned around and was shocked.
“What are you doing here?” said a smiling Arthur.
“A-a-arthur? Is that…” stammers L.
“Are you going to answer my question or not?” he says jokingly as he moves forward to give L a warm hug. “It’s been too long, why didn’t you say you were visiting?”
“Honestly, I didn’t know I was.”
“Where did you wake up today?”
“In some home along the coast, here’s a picture.”
“New phone?” Arthur asks as they begin walking.
“I guess. You recognize this place?”
“Yeah, that Jim’s place, he’s a nice kid. Fresh out of college and now on his first job. You thirsty, let’s pass by the store.”
They continue down the road and find a convenience store five minute from where they were. They buy some sodas and ice cream and continue walking.
“You have plans for tonight?” asks Arthur.
“Nope, why?” replies L.
“Why don’t you have dinner with us, I’m sure Helen will love to see you again.”
“I’d love to! You don’t know how much I’ve missed that day.”
Arthur puts his arm around L and sighs, “Helen and I can sort of guess.” He then grins and starts telling L what’s happened since then.
After some time walking they end up at Arthur’s place. It was exactly as how L remembered it. Not too big, around two stories, good enough for a small family of five. The facade was a deep shade of blue and the roof was white. When L entered he was rushed by many familiar smells and sights. He was only here for less than a day, yet he felt like this was the reference point of his life.
“Helen, I’ve brought a guest,” hollers Arthur. His voice echoes through the house.
“I’m a little busy in the kitchen; the neighbors are coming over for dinner, if you’ve already forgotten. Their daughter just came back from Europe; it’s going to be quite a celebration,” replies a voice from the back of the house.
“Just wait till she sees you,” Arthur says with a huge grin on his face.
They both walk through the house and enter the kitchen. Helen was busy preparing what seemed to be a feast. She was busy stirring some kind of stew on the stove while the tabletop counter was littered with cutting boards, knives, and different kinds of herbs and spices. There was already a tray of tiny sandwiches, the kind L remembers Helen making them for him for dinner, except those were shaped into different kinds of animals and were filled with either chocolate spread or peanut butter, these were the ones meant for grown-up parties. She was so busy that she didn’t notice L until Arthur cleared his throat.
“Yes ho- L! How lovely! We haven’t seen you in ages!” she immediately drops everything she’s doing and rushes in to give L a hug. Oh how big you’ve grown! Tell me everything! Wait, I’ve got something to show you.” She quickly leaves the room; a few seconds later L hears her climbing the stairs.
“You know she misses you,” Arthur said.
“I missed you guys too,” L said under his breath. This was all so surreal for him. Not once has he been ever end up somewhere he’s been to before. Then again, technically it’s not the same place. L wanted this to last forever.
“So, what have you been up to L? C’mon, fill me in,” Arthur says with a hearty slap on L’s back.
“Well, the same, sort off. I still wake up in a new place now and then, I made a friend though. We tried keeping in touch, but after a while it got too difficult for her.”
“Oh, you had a girlfriend?”
“No, Arthur, she’s just a friend. Well, I don’t know now. She’s busy studying.”
“Well, I hope to meet her one day.”
Before the silence got any more awkward a large crash sounds from above.
“Honey,” Arthur asks, worry clear in his voice.
Arthur rushes up the stair. Having nothing better to do, L awkwardly follows. They arrive at the landing and Arthur immediately goes to the first room on the right. This was where L woke up. He only found out later in the day that was the room they were preparing for their first child.
“Honey, are you okay?” Arthur called out. L enters the room and sees the floor littered with photos and trinkets.
“Arthur! Sorry for the mess, let me handle this.” L noticed Helen’s makeup looked a bit messy, and that her hands were shaking slightly.
“Honey, Helen.” Arthur starts in a soothing tone. He then goes towards his wife and begins helping her clean the mess.
“Why don’t you go wash up L,” said Helen trying to keep her voice level. “I’m sure you’re tired. You remember where the bathroom is?”
“Yeah, I do. You sure you don’t need help?”
“No, it’s okay,” replied Helen.
“Okay,” replied L awkwardly. “Just call if you need help with anything.”
“Of course, of course,” she said.
L walked out of the room.
They all gathered around the dining table. Helen’s eyes were still a bit red, Arthur was busy trying to explain to L all the small renovations he’s made around the house, and L just ate quietly, happily absorbing every minute.
After Arthur explained how he was able to redesign the master’s bathroom Helen brought out a small box, the same one she dropped earlier. It was a shoebox. It was plain, brown, nothing special, but when she removed the cover it contained stacks of photos.
“L,” she began. “Remember when you woke up in the bed upstairs?”
L nodded, it’s one of the few memories he tried his best to preserve as best as possible.
Helen took a deep breath, trying to control her voice, but it was obvious she was really struggling to remain calm. “We thought it was a miracle, when you showed up. You know we didn’t have kids of our own. Up to now. We’ve been trying, but we just can’t. So when you showed up we were in ecstasy. Of course we were wondering where and who your parents were, how you got here and everything. But a small part of me just said, can’t we keep him?” A tear escaped her eye and she hastily wiped it away. “These were the photos we took that day. I know, it’s crazy, just one day and all these,” she said referring to the contents of the box. “Remember this?” she picks up one photo and it shows L, at a younger age holding a big ice cream cone. His nose was covered with the stuff and on his face a smile that reached ear-to-ear. “Or this?” She pulls out another one, this one L was at the park, the same park where he met Arthur just earlier. Memories were now surging by as if the river burst its banks threatening to drown L in them.
The night went on, Helen would show a picture, Arthur would make a comment or two, and L would remain silent. He didn’t check the time, he didn’t want to think of anything else, he wanted this moment to last forever. Finally, after going through half the photos Helen asked, “So, what have you been doing? Arthur tells me you’re a photographer now.”
A grin appears on L’s face. “Yes, here.” He feels his pocket and suddenly a feeling of dread hit him. He must’ve been unsuccessful in hiding it because immediately Arthur asked, “What’s wrong?”
“My phone, it’s not with me.” L rises. “Can we go back to the convenience store?”
“I’ll drive you there,” offers Arthur.
Helen decided to join them as well. They arrive at the store and inquire at the cashier. L was delighted to find that there was a CCTV. They went through the footage and to L’s utter dismay, it seems that his phone was stolen, pick-pocketed by some other person in a dark hoodie. They checked the cameras outside the store, but it gave them no clue as to where L’s phone could be now.
The ride back to Arthur’s place was a quiet one. It was already 9:45PM, the night was almost over. L had less than 3 hours before it was the next day. L had no idea what would happen if he slept without his phone. What if it caused him to just stay here? It was a nice thought, but what if caused him to cease, what if that phone was his identity, what made him him and that was why he always woke up with it. L’s eyes were already beginning to shut, but he caught himself.
“Don’t feel bad,” Helen said. But L could see from the rear view mirror that worry was plain on her face. They know what might happen as well.
“And that’s my story,” L concluded.
Beatrice just sat there. She scrunched up her face, unable to figure out if this guy was either an amazing story-teller, or he was just crazy. At least that’s what L thought she was thinking of.
“So you’re saying,” she began. “That you always have this phone and somehow always have just enough to survive the day. Whether by haggling, stealing, or just being downright cheap. I’m sorry L, but you have to understand, I find this crazy. Are you on something?”
L smiled. This was the first time he’s tried explaining this to someone his age. To be honest, he was expecting a more violent reaction. He was surprised to see the gears in Beatrice’s mind turn as she tried to process what he was saying.
“I wish I could say I was.”
L sat at the dining table. He was lost. He didn’t know what to do, this has never happened before.
Helen brings him a plate of golden fluffy pancakes and a mug of hot chocolate. “It will be fine dear,” she says for the nth time.
L looks at the food, this was the same thing they served him when they first found him. A smile crept up his face because he noticed the pancakes were in the shape of animals. Dogs, cats, birds, even a kangaroo. Helen and Arthur take their places at table and try to act like everything’s normal.
Before they could say anything, L blurts out, “Thanks.” After a few moments pause L composes himself and continues, “Thank you, Arthur and Helen. You guys don’t know how much spending one day with you guys meant to me. You guys could just imagine how much I didn’t want to move on from that day. And now, we meet again, as if completing a full circle.” L is now trying to keep his voice steady, his lips quiver and he’s annoyed by it. He can feel his eyes watering up, but he tries to ignore it. But before he could continue Arthur stands up.
“L,” he says. And he walks up to him and gives him an embrace. L hugs back and tries not to let go. He doesn’t want to let go. Helen joins in and one could hear her whimper.
“I love you mom, I love you dad,” L whispers.
Ding-dong
Helen jumps, “The neighbors!” She rushes to answer the door.
“I think you need to wash your face, L,” says Arthur, accompanied by a tight squeeze.
L nods and goes to the bathroom. He looks at the mirror and is met by a slightly disheveled boy who looks very stressed and on the verge of tears. He never liked looking at these kinds of people. He washed his face twice, thrice, and looked up. Slightly better, he thought.
“Hello!”, Helen says as she opens the door, “It’s just you?”
“Yeah,” a female voice responded.
L pauses. That voice sounded familiar.
“My folks went out and Edson is out with some friends. My parents said you were inviting us for dinner and I was wondering if it’s okay if it’s just me?”
“Why of course dear! Why don’t you wait here a bit? It’s so late, though. You really haven’t eaten yet?”
“Actually, I just woke up. I’m still a bit jet-lagged.”
L dried his face and fixed his hair. This cannot be, he thought. What are you doing here?
“I just came back from France, I was doing an exchange program. Who knew it was so tiring to travel?”
“That sounds wonderful dear,” says Helen. L hears the moving of chairs and setting of utensils. “Arthur, can you help a bit? I’ll just go to the kitchen.”
L’s heartbeat was deafening, why of all times?
“Are those pancakes?” asks the familiar voice. L could almost imagine her puzzled face.
“Oh yes, sorry dear. As a matter of fact, you’re not out only guest for dinner tonight.”
“Oh really?”
“Yes, he’s just fixing up. He’s had a tiring day.”
L shook his head. Might as well. L walked back to the dining room and true enough there he meets a slightly older and very much surprised Beatrice.
Seeing their reactions, Helen raises an eyebrow. “You guys know each other?”
After explaining his story, L sits back in his chair. He has this warm fuzzy feeling in his chest and isn’t quite sure if it’s from the few drinks they brought out or because this day has been one roller coaster of emotions.
“Would it work if I just give you my phone? You can just log in to your account there,” Beatrice says full of concern. She always went back to the unanswered questions.
“I don’t think so,” L replies. “It was always just the phone. I didn’t even get an Instagram till a few years ago.”
Beatrice bit her lower lip and one could see the gears turning in her head. Arthur and Helen were just watching, unable to contribute anything more than their presence. But to L, that was everything. It was an odd situation indeed. This was L’s first time returning to a place and this was his first time meeting the same people as before. As Beatrice and Helen start discussing possible solutions, L watched them with a smile slowly crawling on his face. He’d seen these kinds of scenes before, on TV series and movies. This is what a family is. At least he can say he had one before the day ended. In a family, there were many kinds of L’s. Laughter, it’s not always there but there’s a good supply. Learning, L was pretty sure if he got to stay with Arthur and Helen any longer, he would learn a lot of things. Lastly, love. L could very much mean love.
“You look tired, L. Maybe you should take a nap?” Arthur suggested.
“But we don’t know what will happen! Maybe we should be there with him?” suggested Helen.
“I really think we should just get you a new phone before the day ends, maybe that’s all we need. I mean, if your pics are on Instagram, you just need to log back in and you’d have everything back,” said Beatrice.
Seeing their concern simply reinforced this idea of a family for L. And like any family, suddenly this confident feeling that everything will be fine filled his head. Plus it was past 11PM, and L was really sleepy.
“You know, I don’t know anymore what to do. To be honest,” L began. He stood up slowly and walked towards Arthur and Helen. “Whatever happens, I’m so happy to have met you guys. And if it’s okay with you guys, I want to call you guys my family.” As he said this, L tried his best to hold back his tears. He really wasn’t good at these kinds of things when he was sleepy.
Arthur and Helen stood up and gave L a hug.
“Oh poor L, don’t cry hun,” cooed Helen. She wipes away L’s tears with the sleeve of her sweater and kisses his forehead. “Maybe you do need to go to bed.”
L nodded. He hugged Arthur and Helen one last time and walked towards the stairs.
“You remember where your room is?” asked Arthur.
“Yeah, I do,” said L.
“I’ll be waiting for your post tomorrow,” said Beatrice.
L laughed. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll try to make sure the caption is good this time.”
L started walking up the stairs. His uncertainty growing each step. Sleep was calling him; he could barely keep his eyes open. He looked forward to the dark embrace of sleep, to the uncertainty of where he’d wake up. But somewhere, deep in his heart, suddenly he felt like he found an anchor. This family he has will stay with him forever. He just knew it.
Finished 2020
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