Red’s Point of View
From the day I was born, I started to question myself when I opened my eyes and found myself with kids around my age, but having nothing to share our looks, let alone personality. It may sound impossible, but the world is full of mystery, and maybe, I am one of them.
Then at the age of two, I realized why we're different. We act like siblings despite sharing almost everything but blood. We are friends, comrades, allies, siblings, and even family. We are all united.
Then little by little, my ‘siblings’ were adopted. More kids abandoned, neglected and even forgotten were sent here and like no one is leaving outside of that door, the numbers are still increasing, replacing those who were given the opportunity to have their own and new family.
Then I and one of my ‘
