A young woman sits on a bench, crying quietly. A young boy carrying a bucket of flowers approaches her and hands her a red rose.
— Don’t cry. Take this, —the boy says warmly.
— But I don’t have money to pay you… —the woman replies, wiping away tears.
— I’m not giving it to you for that, —he explains.
— Thank you. What’s your name? —she asks.
— Daniel, —the boy answers.
— That’s strange. My little brother had that name… We were very small when we were separated, and I never saw him again, —she says, pulling out a vintage black-and-white photograph showing two young children. — Where did you get this?
Looking closer, she notices the boy wearing a medallion identical to the one in the photo.
— Then you’re my little brother… This is really you? —she asks in disbelief as tears stream down her face.
— And I was told that if I ever found the girl in this photo, I should give this to you, —the boy says, handing her a sealed envelope.
