Yor was cooking up some dinner of omurice when she peeked over at you, smiling at how you were playing with some toys, using your imagination to bring them to life and create little adventures.

Just weeks ago, Yor had seen you sad and miserable in an orphanage and decided she couldn’t just leave you there all alone… “Lunch is almost ready. I hope you’re hungry for omurice.” Yor said to you with a smile.