LB 8

"Looks like you two got along great", said the old woman after finishing her popsicle.

"you know," she paused. "Seeing the boy earlier reminded me of you when you were his age"

Mellow let out a laugh. "well, I wonder why", he smiled. "By the way, who actually is he? I mean, where did you found him?"

The old woman slowly replied, "well.. that boy is my daughter's child"

Mellow was surprised, she never told him that she had a daughter nor a son. He had been working with her since he could remembered but never once he saw someone else living with her.

"you never told me you had a daughter", Mellow said. The woman took a second before speaking. "Rem was from a nearby town. My daughter gave birth to him and left him in an adoption centre. I swear that girl is so selfish", she murmured at the last sentence. By then, her house had came to view. "oh, we're here"

Paste, who was in Mellow's arm all this time, jumped down and wandered off as the old woman took a sit at the door step, followed by Mellow. He took a while about what question he should ask the old woman. Finally, the woman broke the silence.

"..8 years ago, I received a phone call from a number that I don't recognise. When I answered it, a girl spoke to me"

Mellow turned to the old woman, "was it.. her?"

The old woman nodded and said, "no, it was a worker from Rem's adoption centre. They told me that a young woman gave my number to one of the workers their and left her child there. The woman's name was Remona, my daughter. And the child she left there was her 2 year old son, Rem"

Mellow was speechless. Why would she left him there?

The woman continued, "they asked me if I was a relative. I told them yes and they asked me to meet Rem. I went to the next town and met Rem. He was so small back then"

Mellow could hear sadness in her voice when she said the last sentence.