The small young girl sits in her room, she was an orphan, but she wasn't like the other kids, she lost an arm and a leg in the car crash that took away her parents. She wears modern prosthetics that the caretaker got for her. They're robotic limbs that uses brainwaves to function and move. She gets up steadily and walks towards the window, seeing the snow peacefully fall over the old playground that kids had to stop playing on because of the dangers of broken equipment. Ms.Tresamor knocks on my door, she's the cook of the orphanage, and would wake up the children to have them come down for a small breakfast. She hears her sweet light voice echo into her room "June? Are you awake dear?" She asks. June sighs, her depression was getting at her this morning "Yes...Ms.Tresamor" she replies in a blunt tone. "Alright dear! Come downstairs when you're ready, and don't forget to take your medication!" Ms.Tresamor says cheerfully. June walks over to her calendar and checks the date "December...Second...Adoption day..Or as I call it, get fucking rejected day.." June says to herself. She had a problem with swearing, and that's saying a lot for an 8 year old girl. But, despite her attitude, she needed to get dressed. She grabs her brown shirt and jeans and gets dressed, considering those were the only clothes that she had besides her pjs.
She walks downstairs, seeing that kids were already going in for interviews with people looking for kids. All the adults stop and stare at June in shock, whispering to each other. One man in particular, looks about 6 foot, short black hair and wearing casual clothing, walked up to June and knelt down in front of her. The man smiles warmly "Hello there, what's your name?" The man asks. He seemed to be British, which made her smile "My name is June..." she says shyly. "That's a wonderful name, tell ya what, I'll let you have your breakfast, and I'll go wait out in the hall for you, sound like a plan?" He asks. June's face lit up as she smiles and slowly nods as to agree to this. The man got up and walked towards the door and through the hallway. Ms.Tresamor giggles "I think you might be getting adopted June!" She says cheerfully. For the first time in years, she could finally have a bit of hope in herself "Yeah..Maybe" she replies.
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The Father [The Story Of Adoption]
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