him, worrying about him. Day and night he stayed in his room, feeling the pain of losing Alfred, the kindest man he had ever met after he lost his real father. Their driver would come in to his room and leave him some food. Once in a while he would open the television in his room and every time he saw in the news that someone had been attacked and killed, he did not care anymore. He was so buried in his own misery that he lost his desire to help anyone. He just didn't care anymore not even to himself. Days had passed and every time he saw the same news on television he still didn't care. 

       Finally, he decided to go to the balcony of his room overlooking the big city. He took a deep breath and surveyed the whole stretch of the big city. His eyes caught the place where he grew up. He suddenly remembered his real father. When he was still much smaller he remembered his father