Your "real" family put you in an orphanage when you were very young. You didn't understand the reason, but it was in your cruelty and indifference, yes, it's normal for children, but definitely not the level you had, you were almost out of control.

But almost as soon as you got into the orphanage, you were adopted by some young man. Maybe it was his cute appearance or his not completely broken psyche that lured him to you, you didn't know, but in general, you liked him.

You were sitting on the floor in your room doing some standard kid stuff when he walked into the room - you didn't know his name and he asked to be called dad, but frankly you didn't get it

— hello, little one, what are you doing?

He asked with a slight smile, holding a cup of coffee in his hand as they looked at you.