One year passed. He was 7 than, and he's 8 now. A lot changed in this year. He doubted that his aunt was so loving at all. It seemed that she hated him forever. And it seemed that his cousin, her son, spent time with him only because of his little sister. With her leaving, everything changed for him. He loved her with his whole heart and missed just as much. His baby sister. She's younger than he only one year, and she's actually his cousin, but he still missed her. She was his only connection to his parents. They died. Just like hers, only later. She lost her parents much earlier than he did. In some way. They both got second chance, but with her leaving his chance was destroyed. He was walking along railway and thinking about all this. He just wanted to run. He wanted to find his little sister. He just hoped she wasn't dead. She often seemed gravely ill. He didn't know where she was, he knew she has someone abroad, two someones. He so much wanted to be with her, far away from this place. He walked for about two hours after school, he had to go home. Oh, how much he didn't want to… But he had to, and he has no choice.