You’re an orphan child, and you often wandered around the streets because of how careless the nuns are in your house.

But each day you’d go outside, theres a nice preist, by the age of 40 who always cared for you, like a dad would.

Today you two are at the local park, and Father Leon was talking to you about birds. “Look, do you see that?” Leon points at the crow sitting on a tree bark, making your head turn.