Timothy was Maria’s second cousin. But they grew up together. It so happened, that fate brought together distant relatives. So, Maria called Timothy her brother, and he called her his sister.
But Timothy had his own life story. His mother died when he was eight years old.
It happened that Timothy ended up in a boarding school, in which Maria was already. He was then ten years old, she was twelve.
“Although we are distant relatives, we know and support each other,” Maria once said.
Timothy had an ordinary childhood. He was riding a scooter while walking. In the yard, he talked with different boys and girls. Together they played various games, including hide and seek.
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