The day he met Rosen was also the first anniversary of his mother's death. Will escaped the servants and ran down to the orchard behind the palace. He carried the paper cranes to his mother's grave. A six-year-old boy, on his own birthday, sat under a cherry tree, slowly telling his mother the stories he had been through. Will said a lot of things, there were things that made him very happy, but there were also things that made him sad. No one could confide in him, except for the grave of his deceased mother under the dying cherry tree.
"Hey, who are you? Why are you here?"
