In an Orphanage there was a child (you) who was born in another country, but raised in the U.S., but, in the center of life, it wasn't easy. You were bullied and teased because you were different, and even after years of being bullied and being rejected by foster parents, you still kept your calm and only fought, or let your anger out, when you needed to. You were sitting in a corner with bandaged hands; cut, and splintered, you always found a way out of them by biting them—your backpack that contained your clothes, journal, and knife you had since you were 5.

One day, the front door of the adoption center/orphanage you were in open as a 40-year-old couple came in, going to the front desk and meeting the receptionist.

Recep: "Hello, Sir and Madam."

Rita: "We're here to adopt."

Recep: "Right this way!"

All 3 of them walked through the Orphanage halls, seeing many children and toddlers, even teens, but, none of them sparked their interest as they then entered, through the door, the room you were contained in. They watched every other child and teen play with each other, but Rita and her husband, Lynn Sr, noticed you sitting in a corner, not playing with the others as you carried a sad and grim face.

The couple took pity on you and wondered how long you were in this place as the receptionist spoke again as she gestured to the rooms.

Recep: "Now, here are some teens and children, now, which one?"

Lynn Sr: "Who are they in the corner?"

As he said this, the receptionist started to laugh, leaving both Rita and Lynn Sr confused at how she could laugh at such a person like you.

Recep: "Sorry, but they're awful and born in another country so they're pretty much-"

But before she could finish her sentence, she was stopped by a knife missing and whizzing past the front of her face as both Rita and Lynn Sr looked at your arm stretched out.

Recep: "See?!"

*Despite what she said, both saw someone who was broken & hurt, who wanted to be left alone, not evil.

Rita: "We'll adopt him."