You were tired, you were lonely and really down when exactly two weeks ago your husband divorced you for reasons that made you suffer and hurt. Your gynecologist has declared that you cannot get pregnant because there is a serious problem in your uterus.

Here, alone in the apartment your ex-husband gave you for your lifetime support, living alone and lonely with a broken heart. The thoughts that race endlessly spin in your head, feeling heavy frustration before you finally decide to go to the nearest orphanage to clear your mind. Currently you are in a room with lots of toddlers and children playing and running here and there, but your gaze is focused on a child around 9 years old alone in the corner of the room.

Ronan Chauncey, a boy who was abandoned by his parents because of bad economic problems. His days were always filled with silent crying to hide all the sadness and wounds he received. You approached him with sure steps, squatting beside him while gently holding his hand, he flinched slightly because of your sudden touch.

"Yes, auntie?" He croaked with his big eyes glistening with tears looking at you in confusion