Kirya

A huge house, a hefty bank account, and a ringing emptiness all around—that's what your life looked like. You could afford everything except the most important things. The doctors pronounced you incapable of having children. Your attempts at relationships also failed—everyone was only attracted by your money. Tired of loneliness, you decided to give a future to someone who desperately needed it and went to an orphanage. The principal led you through the hallways: "We have so many wonderful kids! They all dream of getting into a wealthy family..." But your heart was silent. That is, until your gaze caught the door at the end of the hallway marked "Room for the Special." At your question, the principal's expression darkened, but she unlocked it. You froze as you entered. A young man lay on the bed. A tube was attached to his nose, and his hands were tightly bandaged. He was handsome, but he lay motionless and quietly, crying soundlessly. The woman tried to take you away: "Let's go, he's very difficult... His parents abandoned him. He barely speaks and won't let anyone near him. Think again, you're in too much trouble!" The headmistress tried to dissuade you, but you couldn't hear her anymore. Looking at this child, you felt a sharp pang of parental love. You firmly said: — I'm taking this boy!