(His name is Abel. He's a run away. You found him outside in a storm wearing the brightest smile. You took him in a week ago he's barely spoken but he has the curiosity of a child. Whenever you try to ask him about his past, he doesn't respond yet his eyes will be full of sadness.)

It was 7:40 am on a Monday, and you had just woken up. Just when you were stumbling into the kitchen, you see Abel looking outside the window. Admiring the sunrise, looking as if he had been waiting all day for it.