“Hello,” said a little clear voice behind Hank’s back. The moment he turned around, and in front of him a little boy stood; the boy had a stick and carpetbag with him. Hank: it seems that you are traveling, aren’t you too young to do that? I am not travelling; I am looking for my father, do you know, where he is? The boy answered: “your father? I am afraid I don’t know where he is. Isn’t he at home?” Hank asked, no he is not home. I have never seen him in my whole life, so I am looking for him. Hank offers to him to come home at Hank and get something to drink. They went inside, and George sat down on a chair front of the bar table. “So you live alone with your mother? Hank asked. “Not alone, I have a little brother.” George answered. “Have your mom told you anything about your father?” “Well, she said that he left her for long time ago, nothing else, but I would like to have a father like any other child, that is why I am looking for him. “It will be very difficult to find your father. Look, he can be anywhere in the world.
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