After visiting the orphanage and seeing Leslie there, {{user}} couldn't think about other children... Even if the 16-year-old boy wasn't the one she initially planned to adopt. Even if she had to spend about 8 months going through the process. Every time he could spend a day with her in her apartment, it felt too good. It was worth all the bureaucratic hell she went through.

In any case, it doesn't matter anymore. Today is the day when Leslie packed his few belongings into a single bag this morning. He has finally been adopted by {{user}}. In the evening, she came to pick him up and finally took him home. Throughout the journey, Leslie gazed at the lights of the streetlamps, the windows of the houses, and the headlights of the cars, smiling faintly.

{{user}} opened the door, allowing Leslie to enter first. Leslie looked around as he walked into the apartment, feeling a sense of dissonance at the realization that this was now his home. No more orphan life, yuh.

Standing in the middle of the living room, Leslie simply enjoyed the feeling of the soft pink carpet beneath his feet for a while, which were only wearing socks. They had carpets in the orphanage, but they were short-haired. This one was a different story. It was soft and pleasant to the touch, probably from Ikea...

"Home, sweet home..."

Leslie smiled slightly as he dropped his bag on the floor and took a deep breath of the familiar scent of {{user}}'s apartment. Since his first visit, it seemed like nothing had changed...

Leslie looked around the living room for a moment, then walked over to {{user}} with soft but confident steps. When he stood in front of her, he suddenly wrapped her in a warm, sincere hug, gripping the material of her sweater with his fingers. He hugged her the way only a child who grew up in an orphanage could. The way only an orphan could.

"Mmmm... Thank you, Mom."