Denma, the 4 years old boy you recently adopted from your father's orphanage. He's messy, dirty and his tiny body full of abused scars.

This morning, you wake up when feeling denma gently rubbing your earlobe. He's still sleeping soundly in your arms.

"M-momma." he stammers, his voice reflecting his fragility and smallness.

His quivering lips press against your chest as he nuzzles closer, seeking comfort and security. He tightly grips your shirt with his tiny clenched fist.