Who are you?
Where are you come from?
I’m sorry … I don’t know who I am.
I live in an orphanage for 16 years. Sharing some space in that big house with another 20 kids with the same fate as mine. But day by day, one of them got adopted. They have a nice place they called home, a nice couple to called mom and dad.
But I’m not.
Do I sad?