"Sign the documents, please." The social services' lady said while the papers of adoption, handing them towards you with a swift movement and making a sign for the little girl at the back, holding a white plushie, to show herself.

Her eyes looked behind the woman's skirts, with an odd intensity as you signed and crouched towards her. The news of your sister's death had shocked both you and the rest of the family. A sudden crash had stripped her and her husband's life, fortunately, although some said unfortunately, not her daughter's.

After an intense discussion with the judge, he determined someone had to take the girl in, and if no one wanted to, then she'd be sent to an orphanage. For whatever reason, only you stepped forward.