The Man

Birds began to fly low above the sea surface. The color of the water reflected a beautiful orange light because the sun is about to set.

Some fishermen have plugged their boats, indicating their activities are over, and it's time to rest.

"Hey, you! Take a rest!" Shouted a middle-aged man, at a well-built man who was coiling the anchor rope, on his small boat.

"Yes..." said the man.

"Father, don't be too hard on him. He still can't remember who he is," said a young woman, with shoulder-length hair in pigtails with one knot.

"Haven't you heard from the village hall? We've already reported the missing person report. And it's been almost three months," said the middle-aged man.

"Not yet, father. Even if later, he still can't remember. I don't mind taking care of it. Besides, he also helps a lot with our work, doesn't he?" Said the woman, and her gaze fell on the handsome man who was still busy rewinding the rope.