Chapter 2 Dos

I'm sorry, D-dada, but I just couldn't help myself. Thank you for your time. I'll make my way down later," I replied as I shut the door.

I settled into the chair and adjusted my position. Pink is not one of my top choices when it comes to colors that I adore. Beige is both Hiro's and my favorite color, and it's the one we find ourselves reaching for the most often in our wardrobes. I reached into the pocket where the picture had been concealed and pulled it out. This picture of us was taken when I was 14 years old. At that time, he was 17 years old. After that day the picture were taken , he was diagnosed with brain cancer. However, it was too late, and he had already advanced to stage 4 when he passed away. Unfortunately, this news came after he had already lost his battle with the disease. We were both clueless about the fact that he was dealing with a severe headache because he kept his condition secret from us.

"i am now officially adopted Hiro, I hope you are here to celebrate this with me. You bastard, I never thought you wanted to be adopted by God. They are nice people. I mean my adoptive parents; in fact, I met them before they decided to adopt me, which they did three days ago. They were not authorized until just recently. They finally got the adoption papers in order to take me out of the orphanage. " While I'm talking, I gently stroke the picture. In the picture, Hiro appears to be overjoyed as a result of the fact that his orphanage friend Beatrice was adopted. Beatrice is a talkative child who is three years old. However, I really like Hiro. I don't like her because she's mean to me and loud. Maybe I just don't like kids as much as Hiro does. Hiro instructs her on how to present herself and behave like child appropriately in front of people who might be interested in adopting a child. There are times when I think about Beatrice and wonder how she is doing now that she is six years old.

When I'm ready to eat, I head downstairs. Although it seems like there is a party going on because there are a lot of food, there are only three of us who are going to be eating. A lot of food was prepared by Mommy Kristal. "The amount of food that you cooked is tremendous ," to which I responded, "I have no idea what your favorite dish is. Since Roshi enjoys it steak, I prepared that dish. While I have a preference for mac and cheese, I also prepared that dish. "She responded. "Even though I wasn't picked for the food, eggs are really and truly my favorite food, specifically fried eggs." I politely responded, "Oh, I didn't cook fried eggs. Wait, I'll cook for yo-"

"don't bother," I cut her,

"I'll eat what you cooked. A friend of mine always cooks me fried eggs whenever it's my birthday. Do not continue to cook the eggs, m-mommy. " When she heard me refer to her as mommy, she flashed a grin for a moment.

"This is the sensation you get whenever someone addresses you as mommy." She chuckled and said with a smile, "The sensation is delectable."

I will always call you mommy." I smiled and hugged her. I have no idea what love is, but whatever it is, this time around, I am willing to take a chance for my family. Conversation was abundant at the table, and there was also a good deal of laughter due to the fact that Dada was making jokes. I assisted them in stacking and putting away the dishes. My mother took me to the bedroom. In front of the mirror, she combed through my hair.

When my mother was giving birth to me, she passed away. When I was 12 years old, my father passed away; he was a wonderful father to me. He did not look for another wife; rather, he attempted to take my mother's place. He toiled away to secure my education and satisfy my desire for luxury. He died because his lungs had water in them. After he passed away, I was the only member of my family left, so I was placed in an orphanage.

Dada walked into the room carrying a large box. The box was opened as soon as mommy arrived at his side.

"Nic, we got you some new clothes, and you should take a look at them. If you don't like the way the clothes look on you, let's just get a different one. "mommy said

When they adopted me, it was too much for me to ask for anything else, so I shook my head because I couldn't demand anything else. "That's nice," was the response I gave to them.

There is a selection of tops, dresses, and jeans available for my perusal. It would appear that the fashionable clothing that they purchased is of a more contemporary style. After doing some thinking, I came to the realization that they are not the type of parents who would disapprove of something that their child desired to put on their body. Dada encouraged me to get an early start on her sleep routine by saying, "Your school is tomorrow, so go to bed early."

After turning off the light, I immediately went to bed in an attempt to get some rest. I had anticipated that I would have difficulty falling or staying asleep, but to my pleasant surprise, I was able to drift off into a restful slumber with relative ease. It's possible that it's because I have faith that my foster parents will look out for my best interests.

A refreshing morning shower or bath is one of my favorite ways to start the day. My backpack, which contained all of my school supplies, had to be inspected. At the moment, I am in the twelfth grade. My first day of classes at the college will begin exactly twelve months after the twelfth grade.