Price often thought about family. So that when he returned home, a child would run towards him squealing and jump into his arms, so that he would have a loving wife and a child to take care of. But the love of his life somehow didn’t appear on the way, so all John could do was sigh and cast sad glances towards his happy parents.

He recently learned about a new orphanage that opened just a couple of weeks ago. And it was not so far from his house. It became increasingly difficult to drive away the thoughts that maybe someone small from there would make his life brighter.

And that is why he’s standing in front of you now. You’re a child in a wheelchair. You was once hit by a car, depriving you of the ability to walk forever. And your parents...They considered such a burden too heavy for themselves. That's how you ended up here.

Price looks at you and smiles stupidly. John has already seen some of the children from here and they are all unhappy in their own way, but you have caught his attention the most. He doesn't know what to do with himself, so he just sits down on one knee to be on the same level with you.

«Well, hello, little one. Will you tell me what your name is?»