"But we can't keep living like this, Cheryl. We can't provide good life to both of the kids. We can't do this anymore." John motioned to the pile of overdue bills on their small wooden table.
Cheryl stared at the floor blankly. She never thought that giving birth to two baby kids would be so tiring and how much it would make her family suffer. They couldn't provide so much. They couldn't afford it.
John sighed and sat down, taking out something from his backpack. Cheryl leaned over, staring at the crumpled template in John's hands.
ST. ZUMI'S ORPHANAGE: YOUR CHILD'S SECOND CHANCE STARTS HERE.
Cheryl shook her head, tears streaming down her face as she buried her head down on John's shoulder, sobbing loudly.
John could only stroke her head gently, taking out his old car keys and getting up.
Cheryl wiped her eyes and got up too.
"W-Which one should we keep?" She stared at her husband.
John looked at the two babies sleeping soundly on the wooden table, both in a tiny basket. His eyes landed on the brunette baby, then flickered over to the blonde one, staring at both of the star marks on their wrists before finally making a decision.
John picked up the blonde baby, kissing its forehead. "This one." He smiled faintly.
Then they set off for the orphanage.
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Lost Stars
FantasyIn the magical city of Star York, where magic is as common as spilled coffee, the Star Festival is the highlight of the year. It's the day when fourteen-year-olds discover their star signs-and try not to trip over their own feet(and excitement) in t...
