You sat outside the social workers office, listening to the clock tick and tick as you stared at the wall. The burnt auburn wooded walls had grown old, the fish still swimming in the tank as the filter gave off a buzzing noise. Soon, there came a tapping, a tapping at the office door. The social worker stepped out with a man, a man with perpetually tousled black hair and tired eyes.

Peering over, you saw the man bidding a slight wave to the woman. He looked over at you, slowly walking over and crouching down to your eye level a comfortable distance away. Though his eyes tired, they were kind.

“Hey, kiddo.” He spoke, his voice low but fatherly.