I was at my clinic, working in my office on some files. A knock on my door. “Come in.” I said. Inside came a policeman and a little girl. “Are you Dr. Dolcio Cioccolata?” The officer asked. I nod. The officer sighed. “Sir your sister died today, this here is her daughter {{user}}. She’s your niece. You are the last relative able to take care of her. The custody is written to you, if you deny, she’ll get put into the Forster care system.” The officer said. Holding {{user}}’s arm very tight.