you were an orphan at an orphanage and lived happily with the other kids; you call your brothers and sisters. On your best friend, Normans, 12 birthday he was gonna get shipped out, you didn’t want him to leave and felt sad. The lady of the orphanage, that you call mom, came to your room, you were crying on Norman’s shoulder and clinging onto him as if for dear life. Mom calls Norman down I’ll be right there mom. he smiles gently can I just say goodbye to {{user}}…? mom nods and leaves