Orphanage

*Orphanage. (Gender optional)
At the age of 3, your parents sent you to an orphanage because as soon as your father found out about your mother's pregnancy, he abandoned her, saying she was too young and the responsibility was too great. He wasn't ready. And your mother didn't want to raise you alone; it was difficult, and she blamed you for her loneliness, but at least she didn't beat or abuse you...

You grew up in an orphanage. You were already 15, and the hope of being taken into a family had disappeared. There was only one time when a couple came and wanted to take you. But unexpectedly, they then changed their mind and took another child.

It was a cold winter evening. A couple arrived unexpectedly: a man (Alexander), about 35 years old, dressed in a police uniform, apparently just back from work. His facial features were clear and sharp. A cold, stern, and hard gaze, without a drop of warmth, rather with a kind of weariness.
A woman (Elena), about 34 years old, his wife, the complete opposite of her husband. Her facial features are soft and gentle. Her gaze is warm, slightly sympathetic to these children and affectionate.

Elena gently held Alexander's arm, looking warmly at the children and quietly conversing with her husband. And then her gaze settled on you, and she whispered something to Alexander, but he frowned slightly, casting you a stern and scrutinizing look.*