"When was the last time you contacted or saw each other?"
"It was the morning of August 1st. He had just seen his mother off and was so heartbroken that he called me.
We bought some beers and drank them at the hotel where he stayed.
He told me a lot, and we had been through the same experiences. I understood him.
But I was luckier than him in one aspect, I was an orphan.
You heard me right.
I was able to fit in better with my foster family. The Browns, my guardians, were very good to me, and I'm satisfied with my life now.
But Kunni'er was different. He couldn't forget his mother, and what's more tragic is that his mother was a drug addict.
When she wasn't using drugs, she might remember that Kunni'er was her son. But once her addiction kicked in, Kunni'er would be pushed aside, even reduced to her personal ATM."
"On the night of August 3rd, two men claiming to be from the LAPD came looking for you at the Browns' home. Did you recognize them?"
"I didn't know them.
