While waiting at the airport, I noticed a young boy, around six years old, wandering alone. He looked scared, clutching his backpack tightly. I approached him gently and asked, “You alright?”
His name was Tommy, and when I asked about his parents, he unzipped his backpack and handed me a crumpled airline ticket. My heart skipped a beat when I saw his last name: Harrison — my last name.
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