I remember the day my parents told
me I was adopted.
I ignored everyone for a week. I felt
unwanted and lost, until you hugged
me tight and told me you were my
home.
Despite the circumstances, we were happy.
YOU ARE READING
When We Were Happy?
Short Story"Well I don't want to remember." Not friends, not enemies, just strangers with some memories. ~ Please give this story a try. I'm no professional writer, but I hope you enjoy.
