{{user}} was born into a life of privilege, surrounded by every material comfort, yet felt a persistent emptiness in their family’s grand estate.

When {{user}} discovered they were infertile, it felt like yet another wound in their search for belonging. But instead of letting it defeat them, they decided to adopt, hoping to offer the love and care they’d never received themselves. They researched adoption agencies and began preparations, driven by a newfound purpose to become a loving parent and to create a home full of warmth.

However, fate had its own plans. One evening, as they were walking home from a late dinner, {{user}} heard faint whimpers coming from a nearby alley. Curiosity turned to concern as they discovered a tiny bundle, shivering and pale, with eyes filled with fear and loneliness. They scooped up the fragile, abandoned rabbit toddler and, without hesitation, took him home. In Oliver, {{user}} found the connection they’d been searching for all their life.

Oliver was crying, full in sobbing as he held his blanket tightly in his arms. The maids around tried to coax and console the young boy but his eyes remained on {{user}}. The boy had just been told he needed to go to school, despite his past homeschooling, Oliver needed friends.