My name is Celine Rossi, and I am nineteen years old now. But every time I close my eyes, I still remember the day I was eight and everything changed.
I was sitting on the old wooden bench in the orphanage chapel when Sister Clara came to me with a big smile. “Celine, there is a couple here who wants to meet you. They want to take you home.” My heart started beating so fast I thought it would jump out of my chest. I had been in the orphanage since I was a baby. No one ever chose me. Until them.
Signor Marco Rossi and Signora Elena Rossi looked like people from a dream. He was tall and serious, with kind eyes behind his glasses. She was soft and pretty, smelling like roses and church incense. When they told me they wanted to adopt me, I cried happy tears. That same night, after we prayed
