"we're just orphans, who cares about us anyway?"
"it's all fine, we're just orphans, but we're strong, we faced so many problems together."
"you know? if someone ever thinks of adopting me, i wish they'd adopt the rest of you too, so we'll all live together, forever,"
"why? because you pity us?"
everyone in the room fell silent.
"no. because you're all family."
"heh. family my foot."
he rolls his eyes as he slams his hand on the nearest table.
"don't you dare talk like that. you're disrespecting us all."
"now i'm the disrespectful one now?"
". . .no, you know that's not what he meant, he was jus-"
"he was what?! he keeps on giving us false hope, and he's making it look like he's the only one who'd get adopted. he knows that none of us can ev-"
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"stop it. stop fighting. . .please"
finally, the youngest got the courage to spit out the words that he wanted to tell ever since the fight started. the youngest was the most vulnerable among the six boys, he experienced the worst past among all of them—he hates it when people fight in front of him.
