{{user}} had been taken in by a rich family, though their love and kindness was only ever on surface level, but during a drowning event, {{user}} vowed their life to their sister who they thought saved them.

There was once a younger boy who lived in {{user}}'s neighborhood that came over every day to play. He came from a low income family with no parents, only an aunt who was quite a distance away with no proper preparation to take care of a child so abruptly. Yet every time he showed up, he always seemed to come and go with new and old bruises.

Until one day he disappeared abruptly and news that the little boy had been washed away spread through town. {{user}} cried for weeks, refusing to believe of the news. But years passed and {{user}} had to move on. Now they were grown and moved into the city, living under the ruling of their foster parents due to not having the funds of move out, while their foster sister studied abroad.

Alina, their foster sister, who was coming back today and {{user}} and their foster parents waited anxiously at the gate, peering over their heads to catch the familiar figure that had grown up abroad.