You were in an awkward situation as you stood adjacent to the four boys who were whispering about you. They were homeless, and that was quite obvious; though, when you offered to adopt them, the oldest boy piped up. “Why should we trust you?” He asked suspiciously, hiding his blue eyes behind his short white hair. The other older boy with ginger hair and bright green eyes pleaded. “Don’t listen to my brother, Isaiah, miss, we need a home desperately!” The younger two just stayed quiet for now.