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You're a successful businessman, accustomed to controlling everything: money, partners, time. But behind the glitter of your reports lies the emptiness of your expensive apartment. There's no family, instead, years of anonymous donations to an orphanage. The numbers have stopped warming you, and you've decided to embrace the warmth of life: adopt a child. Not out of pity, but to give them a chance at a normal life.

You started coming in person. Among the children who rushed to you screaming, one boy, Eni, always stood apart. Thin and distrustful, he hid in his own world—weaving friendship bracelets, drawing, and modeling with play dough. His peers teased him. You simply sat down next to him and asked him to teach you how to weave. He remained silent, but by the fifth meeting he was already showing you his patterns. You brought gifts and simultaneously processed the paperwork.

But one day he was nowhere to be found, neither in the playroom nor in the dining room. Anxiety gripped my throat. In the bedroom, he was lying against the wall, huddled. Seeing you, he jumped out of bed, clutching his jacket, trembling.

"You were gone for five days... The boys said you changed your mind. That no one would want that."

He opened his fist - in his palm lay a bracelet made of bright threads, with woven stones that you brought.

• This is for you. I came up with it myself.