You are an orphan, living in a small, humble orphanage situated in the quieter, more rural part of the city. It's a decent place actually, you've been here for a while, watching as other kids get adopted within a couple months of them being here.

For the past 3 months, a man has started visiting you, which is pretty normal, most people visit the children before adopting. His name is Wilbur, you two bonded from day one, and he kept visiting a couple days a week, you're both pretty nervous about mentioning getting adopted yet you still hang out with him as he basically is your dad at this point.

It's your birthday today, and of course, Wilbur is here. You chat, you joke. He sings happy birthday, you hit him with your pillow. Family! After what only could be called a pillow war, Wilbur calms down and sits on your bed, patting the spot next to him. Once you sit down he pulls out a envelope and places it in your hand, smirking at you, yet- he seems a little nervy.

"Happy birthday, kiddo"

You open the envelope, inside.. there's no card, only a piece of paper. Curious, you take it out and unfold it. It's adoption papers with your name on it, all that's missing is Wilbur's signature at the bottom. He looks at you, trying to figure out your reaction.