Ordinary day at Miss Wilkins' Orphanage. I was doing dishes with my best friend, Julienne, when I heard the doorbell ring. The other girls and I knew we had to line up. Even if I got adopted, I would still be able to talk to the girls. We all had cell phones, but we were all so lucky to have each other. 

Braids dangled in my small face when Miss Wilkins opened the door. A tall, nice looking man entered. He was in his twenties, I could tell. 

He walked along our line, observing us. He pointed to me a moment later and said, "Her, please." I looked up. He was pointing to me! Miss Wilkins nodded and motioned me to come with her and the man.

All of the other girls murmured and chatted about the situation, saying how happy I must be to finally get adopted. I've been here all 13 years of my life, so finally, someone wants me!

His name is Tal, I later learned. And I told him my name was Adaline. He signed my adoption papers and took me to his car. His car smelled of peppermint... my favorite!

He told me a bit about himself. He's 20, slightly inappropriate, and loves to joke around. 

I told him that I was similar, that I was sweet and funny. That I love peppermint. That I'm 13. That my birth parents let me go when I was born. Everything. 

Soon enough, we were pulling into a driveway.

"Welcome to your new home, Adaline Fishman!"

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