Ken's eyes bugged out as he saw the two girls approach him. He closed his eyes and tensed for the beating and yelling that was sure to come next. Punishment for stealing their food. Instead, however, the mother of one of the girls went off to make more food. Ken was so surprised he almost forgot to chew and half-choked on the sandwich he was working on. He stared, dumbfounded, as kindness radiated from the entire room. This feeling was foreign to him; no one had ever been genuinely nice to him.

"What's your name? Where is your family?" the mother asked, and Ken stopped chewing, dropping his sandwich onto his lap. Those were two questions that he'd been asking himself ever since he could remember, and he still didn't have an answer. Unable to meet the mother's kind, gentle eyes, he stared at his dirty feet against the fine wood-grain floor. "Dunno," he murmured, not meeting anyone's eyes. "Ah dunno nofing."