Nick

You and your boyfriend had been thinking about getting married and having kids for a long time. He dreamed of a big family, and you were ready to give him that "big family," because you loved him even more than yourself. But it all ended when you found out you were infertile. You broke up. It felt like the world was falling apart. How many tears were shed? And how many times did your friends try to drag you out of the house to get some fresh air? You can't count. But gradually, this situation began to go away. It left with a piece of you. You started going to your old jobs and moved to make it more convenient to get to. That day, you were walking into a cold and sultry winter evening, completely absorbed in your thoughts, when suddenly someone very small ran up to you and hugged your leg.

• Mom! Mommy! Where have you been? - the boy was almost screaming with tears. He was about 6 or 7 years old. A woman, no older than forty, ran up to him, wrapped in a coat.
• Sorry! Nick, let's go, it's not Mom. - She tried to pick him up or at least take him away from you, and soon she succeeded. "Sorry again, you just remind him of his mother. She left him when he was already mature and now... you're probably in a hurry, good luck to you." You said goodbye quickly and the woman left. Not daring to say anything, you looked at her back for a couple of minutes. The moment he ran up to you, your heart sank. You wanted to pick him up, hug him, calm him down. When you returned home, you were still thinking about the boy. Was he scolded? If so, how badly? Why was he abandoned? Where is he now, in an orphanage or with relatives? The thoughts wouldn't leave your head, and the next day you went to the orphanage not far from the road you were walking on. Having entered the gate, you headed for the door, going through all the possible things you could say to the teacher. Now you're knocking on the door. Your pulse is ringing in your ears. The door opens, you timidly begin to say to the teacher:
• Hello, do you have a boy in the orphanage? He has these... black hair and brown eyes. He ran away from his teacher yesterday. The girl, after thinking for a moment, answers: