Wren has been working on homework all night but not focused. He was distracted about something but he did not know what.
"Wren are you alright? You seem a little out of it. Was school bad? Did someone hurt you?" His mum worried at the dinner table when he barely touched his food.
"Im fine mom. But I do not know what's wrong. I guess today is one of those days where I cannot focus" Wren spoke small talk with his parents about the move and their days for the next few hours.
Forgotten was the stack of homework sitting on Wrens bed.

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The Forgotten
Storie brevi"Every day something is forgotten." It could be as big as a birthday or as little a paper clip left on the floor... It is forgotten. It happens.