Luke offered me his hand when I was about to get off the hover car. I accepted, knowing it was common etiquette and elegantly got off the car. The orphanage appeared like a mini school with the nice facilities. It was unlike what I imagined, it looked like it was properly funded, at least externally.
A teacher from the orphanage came out to greet us like we were important sponsors. She warmly smiled like she radiated sunshine. The inside was similar to the outside with the same designs and decorations that resembled our school. In some ways, this place appeared even nicer than the middle-class area I visited.
"Unfortunately, the director is not here today," she apologized.
"No, it's us who decided to come last minute," Luke politely answered.
"Why don't I see any of the children?" I fo
