The night was cold, colder than he remembered. He tightened his clothes as the freezing wind passed through his clothes and make him shivered, it make him mad as the loneliness inside consume him.
Every gust of freezing wind felt like the world reminding him how empty the road home had become.
The man walked like he carry a weights on his feet, dragging it slow and heavily while having a bottle of liquor in his right hand.
While he was walking through the street, he heard a loud cry of a baby that pulled him back to reality.
The man angrily searched for the source of the sound and found a basket, Inside the basket was a baby, wrapped and covered with a royal crest cloth.
the man froze as only nobles and high ranking families possessed such things, he wanted to run but the thought of being abandoned like the baby stopped him.
He felt the baby's pain and, without thinking, the man unknowningly wrapped the baby using his clothes and threw away his liquor and hurriedly went back to his home.
The man hurriedly went back to his home and quickly placed the baby in the safest, softest spot he could find. He then shut and locked the door, closing and covering the windows as fast as he can.
Realizing the danger, he thought of hiding the baby. He wondered why the baby had been abandoned.
after a lot of questioning he finally decided to wait for any news of a missing child, whether from the royal family or another noble household, before deciding what to do next.
"Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and months into years."
The helpless baby slowly learned to walk, to speak, and to laugh within the small home the man had built around him.
The man gave everything he had, even trading his own comfort for the baby's safety. Time moved quickly, and before he realized it, the baby had grown into a teenager.
The man, once strong, was now got weak with age, his hair graying and his back bent, yet his heart remained tied to the baby he had saved that night.