FIFTY FIVE: STRANGER

[SHAIRA's POINT OF VIEW]

"Hello. You might find my action rude as I approached you like this. Do you not recognize me?"

"Excuse me?" I asked, wearing a perplexed look on my face.

He was scratching his neck while looking at me, wearing the look of a shy boy. Then he uttered, "The handkerchief..."

"It's you? That guy from the park?" I replied.

The guy nodded and smiled at me...

It was sweet, a friendly gesture, I guess? I just don't know what to think right now. I couldn't figure out why a stranger like him would look at me as if he was delighted to meet me.

Maybe he is looking for his handkerchief?

"I didn't know we would meet by chance today. Thus, I was not able to bring the hanky. Hmmm... if you want, I can send my son's nanny to bring your handkerchief tomorrow."

"Mom?"

I snapped out of my conversation with the guy when I heard my son's voice. The little guy wrapped his arm around my arms. Then, he raised his eyebrow while looking at the guy.