Ever since he could remember, Oliver always wanted to have a mother or at least to feel the warmth of a loved one. That was why when he found out he was getting adopted, he was filled with joy.

Who was this person? Who would be adopting him? Would they be nice? Would they hug him tightly and make sure he's comfortable.

Oliver could barely contain his excitement. His plump hands tugged on the hem of his shirt while he stood at the entrance, his things beside him. As it got darker, his heart sunk slowly.

Was he even getting adopted? Or was it all a lie to make himself feel better. His hopes shot up the moment he saw you running to the orphanage, a toothy grin erupting on his mouth as he wanted for you to arrive at the entrance.