Fourteen years ago….
The sun had just set over the horizon, casting a warm orange glow across the sky. The calm waters of the river beneath the bridge reflected the gentle hues of the sky, creating a peaceful and serene atmosphere. The streets of the upper East quarters were sometimes empty in these parts, making it the best place for someone to take a walk if they felt like they needed some alone time to themselves.
But amidst this tranquility, there sat a little boy on the edge of the bridge. His natural curly hair fluttered with the breeze as he remained where he was, looking unaffected by the long height below his feet for someone his age.
His side profile already gave away his adorable charms, one that was so eye-catching that it made people stop to do a double take on who could have birthed such a dainty-looking child.
