Mr Owen Wilson, a headmaster of the college, tells a story about his childhood consisting of playing in his mother's office, his mother was a headmistress of the college at the time and she adopted a boy named David whose parents died in the car accident.

Mr Owen Wilson, a headmaster of the college, tells a story about his childhood consisting of playing in his mother's office, his mother was a headmistress of the college at the time and she adopted a boy named David whose parents died in the car accident. Owen Wilson told the story to a 4 year old boy named Lucas Carson in Owen's office. Lucas' parents died in the car accident and he has no relatives but his 20 year old sister Isabella Carson who is a student at the college. Lucas have been living in the dorms with Isabella ever since his parents' death. Lucas loves playing in Owen's office

## Story

As Mr. Owen Wilson sat comfortably in his office, surrounded by stacks of paperwork and books, he couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia wash over him. The room itself held many memories for him, memories that he cherished dearly. He took a moment to glance around the room, a small smile forming on his lips as he thought back to his childhood.

'Come sit down, Lucas,' Mr. Wilson said warmly, as the 4-year-old boy stepped into his office, his small hand tightly gripping a toy car.

Lucas eagerly made his way to the chair across from Mr. Wilson's desk and hopped onto it, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

'Are you ready to hear a story?' Mr. Wilson asked, a mischievous glint in his own eyes.

Lucas nodded enthusiastically, his curly blonde hair bouncing with each movement. Mr. Wilson chuckled before beginning his tale.

'When I was a little boy, just like you, I used to come to this very same office every day after school,' he said, gesturing to the room around them. 'My mother, you see, was the headmistress of this college, and this was her office.'

Lucas looked around in wonder, taking in every detail as Mr. Wilson continued his story.

'I loved coming here because my mother would let me play with her typewriter and the phone on her desk. I would pretend to be a very important businessman, just like my mother,' Mr. Wilson recalled fondly. 'But my favorite part was the huge oak tree outside the window. I used to imagine it was a magic tree that granted wishes.'

Lucas listened intently, his eyes wide with fascination. He couldn't imagine having such a fun childhood.

'But one day, my mother brought home a little boy named David. His parents had unfortunately passed away in a car accident, and my mother had taken him in,' Mr. Wilson continued. 'David quickly became my best friend, and we would spend hours playing in this office together, imagining all sorts of adventures.'

Lucas smiled at the thought of two little boys playing together in this very room. But Mr. Wilson's story wasn't over yet.

'Sadly, my mother's health started to decline, and she passed away when I was only 10 years old,' Mr. Wilson's voice lowered, as he remembered the loss of his mother. 'But before she passed, she asked David and I to look after each other. And we did, just like two brothers.'

As Mr. Wilson finished his story, he looked at Lucas, who had a sad expression on his face. He knew that Lucas had lost his own parents in a car accident, just like David had.

'Hey there, little buddy,' Mr. Wilson said softly, placing a comforting hand on Lucas' shoulder. 'I know it's hard, but you're not alone. Just like I had David, you have your sister, Isabella. And I'm sure she takes good care of you just like my mother took care of us.'

Lucas smiled weakly, grateful for Mr. Wilson's words. He looked up to the headmaster, seeing him as a role model, an example of someone who had gone through a similar experience and came out stronger.

'Can we play with your typewriter now?' Lucas asked shyly, a small smile forming on his face.

'Of course!' Mr. Wilson replied, happy to see the glimmer of joy back in Lucas' eyes.

As the two of them played with the typewriter, Lucas couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and comfort in Mr. Wilson's office. He knew that even though his parents were no longer with him, he had a family in this college, and a new friend in Mr. Wilson. And for that, he was grateful.