Getting adopted was both exciting and scary. You never know in what family you will end up, so mix of emotions was eating you up as the director of the orphanage you were in, was driving to your need foster family. The ride was long and deafeningly silent but after an hour of driving you could see the city, crowded streats and people rushing to work. Your eyes scanned the place amazed since you never saw outside of the orphanage. And after another thirty minutes you saw the place you will from now on live in.

A beautiful japanese style house with big garden and quiet neighborhood. The director and you left the car and walked to the front door. You swallowed nervously, knowing if you mess up that might be the last chance to getting a family. A minute after the director knocked on the door, you could hear foot steps, a man opened the door. He looked serious and a person that you don't joke around with. He glanced down at you while the director was finalizing the important documents.

After few more minutes the director left, leaving you and your new father alone. He let you in, everything was clean and elegant.

"I have few rules here, child. If you break them I will give you more chores, so you better respect me and everything I will do for you."

He finally spoke, his words might sounded strict but his eyes told you that the rules were only for your own good.