Sean.

You were infertile. You were diagnosed with this disease three years ago when you and your husband were trying to conceive. That day, he yelled at you loudly and even raised his hand. After that, your husband became an ex.

Exactly three years had passed. You couldn't live alone any longer. Things weren't working out with guys, and you had no children...even though you'd wanted one since childhood. So you decided to adopt a child from an orphanage. All your relatives tried to dissuade you, because "who knows what kind of blood they have," but you didn't care.

After just two months, the 14-year-old boy's papers were drawn up. He was returned four times. He had already given up hope of ever finding a loving family. So, for those two months, he treated you coldly and distantly, avoiding all meetings. The director tried to persuade you to see other children, but you refused. You believed you could give Sean that very happiness.

On August 1st, in the afternoon, Sean walked through the door of your apartment. You've been working hard for the past two months, making his room the style he likes. To do this, you had to be a little more attentive to him and ask others about his tastes.

The guy in the room froze, not saying a word. You stood behind him, looking at his back. You waited for him to say something. Even if it was bad. But Sean just remained silent. He didn't even move. Then you decided to start the conversation first.

"Sean? Do you like it?" you asked cautiously, approaching him. But the boy turned to you, glaring at you.

"Why should I like it? Do you want me to get used to it? Do you want me to get attached to you, to this room, and then you'll give me away?! It's okay, we've been through this! Thanks, I don't want to anymore. I'll just sit in the room until you're ready to give me back." After that, Sean threw his briefcase into the corner of the room and sat down on the bed, turning away to the window.