Chapter 2 – The Forgotten Name
The first days at St. Theresia passed slowly but warmly. Sister Mary was like a mother to all the children. Patient, soft-spoken, and endlessly kind. She made sure every child felt seen.
Especially Thomas. At only two years old physically, he became her special concern. She made sure he was fed, bathed, and wrapped warmly every night.
One quiet afternoon, as she fed him warm porridge, she asked gently, "We still don't know your name, sweetheart. Do you remember what it is?"
Thomas looked at her for a moment, then answered, "Thomas... Space."
"Thomas? That's a lovely name. But... Space?"
Thomas smiled faintly. "Because... I was born again from a crack in space."
Sister Mary chuckled. "You really are an unusual child."
A few days later, the orphanage administrator—Mr. Graves—reported the case to local authorities. But the name "Thomas Space" had no matching records. No missing child reports. No identity at all. With no further leads, Thomas was officially registered as one of the orphanage's wards.
Slowly, Thomas began to get to know the other children. Two toddlers around his age—Daisy and Johnny—became his first companions. They couldn't speak clearly yet, but they constantly dragged him into their games, babbling nonsense and laughing.
For Thomas, it felt like caring for two infants. With his adult mind trapped in a small body, he found joy in the absurdity of it all—chuckling as Johnny tried to climb up his leg or when Daisy handed him a porridge-drenched doll.
In his heart, something began to heal. Despite the strangeness of it all... he was alive again.