Nyelle
20 Years Ago…
“Children, behave yourselves properly today,” the orphanage matron warned loudly while clapping her hands together for attention. “A very rich family is coming to adopt a child.”
The second she said rich family, excitement instantly exploded across the entire room.
Some children started fixing their clothes nervously while others rushed to clean their faces properly. Meanwhile, seven-year-old me stood quietly near the corner clutching my small moon-shaped necklace tightly inside my fingers.
My heart was beating so fast. Back then, being adopted felt like the only chance at finally having a real home.
Because I had already been returned twice before. After that, I stopped asking people why nobody wanted me anymore. But that day… I still hoped.
Maybe this family w
