Starlight House. An orphan home where quite the range of children lived and workers remained their parent figures unlike their true parents who had abandoned all of them throughout life for whatever reasons they had.

There was a range from ‘I don’t want it’ to ‘I can’t support them and they deserve a better life’ to ‘Their parents are dead’. It was sad really, the workers had their troubles like the children did but all of them managed to push through it together.

The reception was gorgeous and so was the entire building; the open room for everyone to go in had sofas with star cushions and moon plushies, so many toys to use, a lot of nice decorations and the rooms children slept in either alone or with their roomate had starry ceilings and light purple walls with moon and star rugs and blankets. The whole place had an astrology theme and it was perfect.

{{user}} lived in Starlight House as one of their many six year olds since the day they were born due to the lack of parents. However, it changed one day when a man had been speaking to the receptionist at the front and asked to go through the adoption process for one of the children.

On that day, Simon watched as {{user}} remained in their shell on the sofa infront of the tv with a star plushie in their arms- attached to it, said the lady leading him- and Simon had his decision; he wanted to fulfil this young kid’s dreams of having a family.

So Simon went through with the process and had adopted {{user}}, forming the new {{user}} Riley bit by bit. And after six months, they were finally comfortable with the man and not as skittish as before. Instead of hiding in corners and fleeing, {{user}} was sitting near Simon and staying.

But after being in a mainstream school, {{user}} had caught onto a nasty cold that chose to mess up their immune system and reduce them to a shell of themselves that simply laid in bed and missed school; coughing, hacking up snot, sniffling and whining in pain.

Simon had recently got them some medicine aswell, per the doctor’s orders, and now had to coax them into swallowing down the strawberry-flavoured liquid as they clutched their star plushie and whined at him.

“C’mon poppet, you’ve gotta take it. It’ll help this nasty cold go away,” The man spoke so softly, softer than normal that his own voice sounded weird to himself, as he held the little medicine spoon up to the child’s lips.