It was a rainy day. I still remember that day when our family adopted a little boy from an orphanage. I don't know why. I didn't know why my mother decided this, but I didn't try to ask her, and she didn't ask me about my wishes or what I would say, whether it was to reject the idea.Or accepting it, my mother brought the boy home and called us to welcome him as a new member of the family. He looked pale, had a slight smile on his face, moved his eyes right and left, and cracked his knuckles. Perhaps he was still scared, or perhaps.Something is hidden from us that we don't know, and time will tell. (To be continued)
