I watch the children playing soccer through the window. Arin is the smallest of them all. He almost disappears between their legs and arms.
I smile at his boldness.
I look around Mrs. Borji’s office.
One by one, I put the thick files in my hands into the cabinet.
I’ve been volunteering at this orphanage for a few years now. I started around the time Arin was three.
He’s five now.
He’s my favorite little boy in this orphanage.
A little boy with kidney problems.
He calls me **Sis**.
And I do everything I can to be a good sister to him.
Uncle Reza walks into Mrs. Borji’s office.
Uncle Reza is one of the benefactors of this orphanage. He’s a man in his fifties, with a thick mustache and kind eyes.
“Are you done, sweetheart?”
Maybe in my entire life, Uncle Reza is the only person w
