I remember driving that day, when a familiar man appeared. Quite drab, but somehow, I felt I knew him from somewhere. A day or so after, I encountered the man again. This time slightly more alarming. The third time really brought it to my attention. A quiet night, I was driving down a road, and there he was, standing like a pole. Finally I had enough, a sweet sound of my mother's calm voice and reassurance would help calm me down, hopefully.
I wonder who this could be.
I let out a deep sigh in relief.
Mother! You dont́ know how happy I am to hear your voice.
This is Mrs. Adams, who is this please?
How could she not remember me?
I hung up the phone, for I couldn't see anything but the hitchhiker. Suddenly my childhood appeared. Me with my sister Nan and my Mother, but my father wasn't anywhere to be seen. Then, the hitchhiker walked, and it explained everything.