Sylvia's POV
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"Mommy, look at that kid… I think he's lost..." Egypt said, tugging lightly at my hand.
I followed her gaze and saw a young boy standing not too far from where we were walking.
We were on our way home from the girls' school, taking the usual route when Egypt stopped, her eyes fixed on something—or rather, someone.
And just as she said, the boy really did look lost. He was standing there, frozen, eyes darting nervously around him. There was fear written all over his face.
From his neat clothes and clean appearance, it was obvious he wasn't from around our neighborhood. He looked like he came from a wealthy family.
He was trembling, obviously unsure of what to do or where to go. My heart tugged in concern, so I slowly approached him, careful not to alarm him.
But the moment I reached out and gently touched his shoulder—
"Ackk! Don't touch me!!!"