(Author's POV)
"Where is your mum, kid?" Myra's voice was filled with kindness as she asked the boy.
The young one didn't get what she said, making weird face he just, "Mmm~um?"
"Your mommy, where is she?" Myra again asked showing utmost patience.
"Ooooo, My mama, My mama is at, she is at home. I have, come here, come here with, my nanny, today" the boy stammered in between. He was speaking in a foreign dialect, with broken pronunciation.
"And where is your nanny?" Myra asked slowly, giving him time to understand her words.
"She was just here somewhere, but now she's not. I am lost, alone" saying this, the boy started crying heavily, bawling his golden eyes out.
