“Ma-a?” I hear a very sad little child’s voice. People passing by don’t pay any attention to the baby. He totters unsteadily across the glossy floor and reaches out with his small hands toward everyone.
He notices me. Tiny palms clutch my trouser leg. The baby’s head tilts back—and our eyes meet.
“Ma-a?”
“Not really—just walk right past. Not ‘ma-a’ at all,” I shake my head.
The boy sniffs. His eyes turn wet. But he doesn’t start to cry. Letting go of my leg, he spins his head again, searching for his mother.
“Let’s go, we’ll find your mom,” I decide to help the little one.
I never had anything to do with children before. I don’t know how to behave with them, how to talk to them. But I’ll have to—because I’ve decided to help a lost child find his mother. And with that come serious problems. And what kind of surprise will I get when I find out WHO his mother is…