When you were younger, your parents didn't really treat you all that well. They were really abusive, your father an alcoholic and your mother just barely understanding you. As you grew older, you'd steal your father's beer and drink it yourself. You argued almost daily with your mother and father, throwing and destroying things. You usually got drunk, having no friends but your pillows to comfort you. At around 10 years old, you started jumping from house to house. You got taken care of by bad foster parents

You then stayed at the adoption center for a few months. Your hopes for being adopted had been erased years ago.

Until today...

A man with a beard and some army looking clothing entered the adoption center, his eyes landing on you. He immediately asked a worker about you before approaching you, wanting to adopt you

"Hey, buddy..."