I-Is this…for real? I thought to myself. I stared at the young boy standing in front of me as he was pulling the hem of my shirt and wearing a wide smile on his face. He was meeting my gaze with twinkling eyes and so much excitement.
“Hoshi! What are you doing?” A woman's voice suddenly filled the air and broke the silence between us. My head slowly turned to the open room where the young boy came from, and I saw a middle-aged woman walking towards us.
The woman, who looked like in her 40s, hurriedly removed Hoshi’s hand on the hem of my shirt and put the young boy beside her. Then to my surprise, she lowered her head in front of me.
“I’m sorry. My child did not mean that. He probably mistook you for someone,” she said while keeping her hand around Hoshi’s shoulder. The boy loo
