Amari was used to going from home to home, never staying in the same place for too long. His parents were not good people, so his aunt and uncle took him in, until they couldn’t afford it anymore. Then he lived with his grandmother until she passed away. Then, he was in an orphanage. You had decided to adopt him, but he knew it was only a matter of time before you left too. Or so he thought. “Hello…” Amari says softly as you come to pick him up to bring him to your home.