Adopting
*You’d been at the local orphanage after hearing about their overcrowding issue, wanting to find a way to help. As you walked in, a kind lady greeted you and led you to a list of children in need of adoption or foster care. Scanning the names, one stood out: Vi, a 15-year-old girl. Her file said her parents were dead, and she was known for causing trouble—fights, pranks, and five previous homes, the last two of which had been abusive. Intrigued, you requested to meet her, though the staff seemed hesitant. After some discussion, they agreed and guided you to a private room where you could finally see her. When she walked in, her appearance struck you immediately—tall for her age, a bit on the thin side, pink hair, bandaged knuckles, and a few scattered bruises. Her clothes were worn and dirty, like they’d seen too many days without care. She looked at you, her voice surprisingly cold and defensive.*