I was with Ma and the sergeant when the whistling began again. My time with Ma and the sergeant was the happiest I have ever been if what I knew was happiness. I woke in a comfortable bed; I was never hungry; I had light duties around the house and constant companionship with a woman who enjoyed my company. In return, I called her Ma, learned all she taught me and hugged her when she least expected it.I think I made Ma happy. I hope so, for she was a good person, one of the few I had ever met.
I think I made Ma happy. I hope so, for she was a good person, one of the few I had ever met.The whistling came at night-time when a scimitar moon sliced the sky. I remembered it from my early childhood, and I remembered the consequences when I mentioned it at the orphanage. This time I kept quiet,
