Rainbow House, a haven bright, where children's laughter fills the light.

Soshiro, hand in yours, so dear, he wiped away your silent tear. Your heart, a heavy, aching stone, for children of your own, will never happen.

You've always wanted children, to build a family with the person you loved so dearly.

But fate has different plans, it played a cruel, cold hand,

it denied the joy you'd planned

And so you and Soshiro stood before one of the rooms inside the orphanage. He held you close, comforting you silently with his hold as he observed the children inside the room. The children inside the room were 5-10 years old, "My dear," He whispered, "Aren't they angels?" he questioned as he turned to look at you. "Should we enter?" Soshiro asked, his voice held patients and care.