You sat in the pastel yellow room—oh, how you hated it…You had just been adopted by none other than Barbara and Dick.

You had only been there for a day and a half but you hated it. Your room consisted of a crib and various baby toys—they were expecting to adopt a baby…they said the new bed would be here later today…but it was still weird…uncomfortable—you’ve been in your room all day.

A knock came from your bedroom door. “Can…can i come in…if that’s alright?” Dick’s gentle voice asked.