Mr. Wilson, headmaster of the college 20 year old Isabella Carson is attending and her parents passed away. Mr. Wilson tells a story about his childhood consisting of him playing in his mother’s office who was a headmistress of the college at the time t

Mr. Wilson, headmaster of the college 20 year old Isabella Carson is attending and her parents passed away. Mr. Wilson tells a story about his childhood consisting of him playing in his mother’s office who was a headmistress of the college at the time to 4 year old Lucas, an orphaned brother of Isabella Carson with no relatives but his sister.

## Story

As Isabella sat in the office of Mr. Wilson, the headmaster of her college, she tried to focus on the words he was saying, but her mind couldn't help but wander. Ever since her parents had passed away in a car accident a few weeks ago, she found it difficult to concentrate on anything.

Mr. Wilson, a tall and stern-looking man, had taken Isabella under his wing since her parents' death. He had been kind and understanding, giving her the support and guidance she needed during this difficult time. She couldn't imagine where she would be without his help.

As he finished talking about her upcoming exams, Isabella mustered the courage to ask the headmaster for the one thing she had been avoiding. 'Do you know anything about my brother Lucas?' she asked, her voice shaking slightly.

Mr. Wilson sighed, a look of sadness crossing his face. 'I'm sorry, Isabella. We've searched everywhere, but we still haven't been able to find him.' Lucas, her younger brother, had been placed in an orphanage after their parents' death. However, when the time came for them to reunite him with Isabella, he was nowhere to be found.

Isabella felt the weight of guilt on her shoulders. She had been so consumed with her own grief that she hadn't even thought about Lucas. She prayed that he was safe wherever he was and that she would be able to find him soon.

As if sensing her distress, Mr. Wilson reached out and squeezed her hand. 'Don't worry, Isabella. I have a story that might bring you some comfort.'

He proceeded to tell her about his own childhood. How he had grown up in the same college where he was now the headmaster. His mother had been the headmistress at the time, and he had spent most of his early years playing in her office.

'My mother used to let me sit on her lap and watch her work,' Mr. Wilson said, a hint of nostalgia in his voice. 'I remember one day, a little boy named David was brought to our college. His parents had passed away, and he had no relatives to take care of him. My mother took him under her wing, just like I'm doing for you, Isabella.'

Isabella listened intently, feeling a strange sense of connection with Mr. Wilson's story. 'What happened to David?' she asked.

Mr. Wilson smiled sadly. 'He grew up to be a fine young man and left to make a life for himself. But he always remembered my mother's kindness and the love she showed him. He often visited her, even after he graduated. And when my mother passed away, he was the one who took over as the headmaster.'

Isabella couldn't help but be touched by the story. The thought of someone like David finding happiness and success after going through a similar tragedy gave her hope.

'Maybe Lucas will have a story like that too,' she said, a small smile appearing on her face.

'We can only hope,' Mr. Wilson replied, patting her hand reassuringly.

As Isabella left Mr. Wilson's office, she couldn't shake off the sense of warmth and comfort his story had given her. She had found a new sense of determination to find her brother and give him the same kind of love and support that she had received from the headmaster. She would always be grateful to Mr. Wilson for not only being her mentor but also for giving her hope in the darkest of times.