Owen ran his fingers through my hair and played with it before he started. “There was this rich man, his name is Mr. Charles. He used to visit us every weekend and donate food, clothes, toys for the children, and a lot of things. Where ever he is right now, I hope he is doing okay.”
He paused, then stared into a blank space.
I noticed how his facial expression turned blank, then I asked “do you like him that much?”
“Yes, I like him a lot. He was a nice and generous person. He made life a little bit easier for me at the Orphanage.” He said.
“Then why didn’t he adopt you? If you don’t mind me asking.” I asked.
Owen laughed so hard and I wondered if what I said was funny.
“What?” I asked and gave him a playful punch to the arm.
He pinched his hand to stop himself from laughing and
