Jason walked out of the camp, on his way to look for Mike. Suddenly, he heard a familiar call.
“Jason! Jason, my boy,” the old lady called
“Mama,” he replied. It was Mike's grandmother. She had bandaged his wounds and had given him gifts when Mike and his gang bullied him. She had done so much to help him. For that reason, Jason loved her like his own mother.
“Come here, my child,” she said, showing her outstretched hands for a hug, which Jason reluctantly accepted.
“Good morning mama!”
“Good morning, my child. How are you doing?” she asked.