It was a hot and wet day when Motalib and I arrived in Dhaka, India. The streets were _________, filled with scooter-taxis, crowded buses and people.

Motalib’s _________ was drawn to the street children dressed in rags. A skinny boy about five years old was carrying a baby and begging for money. Seventeen years ago, Motalib himself had been a street _________. As his memories came back to him vividly, Motalib _________ away from me but I could see that he had tears in his eyes I met Motalib four years ago. He was a cheerful, warm and generous person. _________ he loved his Dutch parents who adopted(收养) him when he was six, he wanted to know if his birth parents were still _________. Motalib had left his birth parents without a word as he wanted to _________ his life as a street beggar.

When Mr Ali, a man from an orphanage, approached Motalib while he was begging for money on the streets, Motalib _________ that he was an orphan(孤儿) and went with Mr Ali. As an orphan, Motalit would have a good chance to be adopted by a rich Western family and _________ a Dutch couple adopted him. __________, Motalib never stopped thinking about his birth parents.

Motalib could only __________ his mother’s name, Rockea. As a result, we met many ‘Rockea’ who announced to have lost their son. Finding Motalib’s family was becoming an __________ task.

On our last day, a young man knocked on our hotel room door and introduced himself __________ Ladar, Motalib’s younger brother. Ladar bore a striking likeness to Motalib. Ladar then __________ a story about Rockea to us. When Motalib heard the story, he __________ Ladar tearfully. I knew that our search was finally over.