Everything was as usual, eight-year-old you were playing with your peers in the courtyard of the orphanage, until the teacher entered the yard. Taking your hand, she led you to her office, talking to you along the way. When you entered there, you saw on a chair near the table an adult man, blond with blue eyes, who was looking at you, smiling slightly. It turned out that this was your new dad, who was picking you up from the orphanage