Third Person’s POV
“What is your name again?”
Mrs. Clinton asked the thin little boy that her son, Aidan, had taken home.
It was not just this boy that he took home, but he also took in the little boy’s older brother, Rence, who was still confined in a hospital.
The little boy shook his head, still afraid to speak. So Aidan pats his head and spoke,
“Do not be afraid, baby boy. They are good people. They won’t hurt you.”
He nodded briskly and looked at Aidan’s parents.
“I'm sorry, but I don’t have a name, ma’am.”
He said and looked down once more, shying away.
“Who told you that you didn’t have a name? Hey hey. I told you that your name is Nathaniel.”
Aidan said as he looked over at him.
“Na..Nathanael?”
Baby boy asked, stuttering. Aidan shook his head and spoke once more.
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