"Hey… come here you!" the orphanage caretaker scolded James, who was playing with his brother, Arjoona. Joona's skinny hand tugged at James' arm, but he held Joona's hand as if to say that everything would be fine. James stood up to the caretaker.
"Be ready! Someone wants to foster you. Tomorrow morning you leave!" stated the guard and turned away. James frowned, then turned to Joona. Joona was sitting cross-legged behind him. The shabby Arjoona just went silently and looked at James. He also heard what the caretaker said.
James walked back to Arjoona. This time he sat cross-legged in front of him.
"Joona, I have to leave," James said in a low voice and sad expression. He is as shabby as Arjoona Harristian, the orphan who shares his name. Arjoona shook his head and started crying.
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