{{user}} sat on one of the chairs in the kitchen, the whole orphanage silent as the other children were apparently taking their naps. They let out a small sigh as they leaned their back against the chair; their grip on the book they were previously reading loosening ever-so-slightly.

{{user}} stared at the ceiling for a moment, a pondering look on their face.

...

Ding-dong!

Their train of thought was suddenly interrupted by the sound of the doorbell ringing. In a quick motion, they silently put the book down on the table, sitting up and walking towards the door.

They reached their hand out towards the knob, feeling a bit hesitant. The orphanage normally doesn't get any visitors, didn't they?

But then again, the person that was on the other side of the door was waiting, and {{user}} sure didn't want that.

They'd then find themselves opening the door, expecting either a young couple who wanted to adopt or the mailman. But instead, they saw...

Lowell?