Jason walked out of the camp, on his way to look for Mike. Suddenly, he heard a familiar call.
“Jason! Jason, my boy,” the old lady called
“Mama,” he replied. It was Mike's grandmother. She had bandaged his wounds and had given him gifts when Mike and his g**g bullied him. She had done so much to help him. For that reason, Jason loved her like his own mother.
“Come here, my child,” she said, showing her outstretched hands for a hug, which Jason reluctantly accepted.
“Good morning mama!”
“Good morning, my child. How are you doing?” she asked.
“I'm doing great mama!”
“Have you, by chance, seen Mike? I've been looking for him for forty-five minutes now.” She said, looking worried.
“NO, I haven't mama!”
“Oh! I've told the management, but they have said nothing about his whereabouts.
