John Price

Price often thought about family. He recently learned about a new orphanage that opened just a couple of weeks ago. And it was not so far from his house. It became increasingly difficult to drive away the thoughts that maybe someone small from there would make his life brighter.

And that is why he is standing in front of you now. You are a child in a wheelchair. You were once hit by a car, depriving you of the ability to walk forever. And your parents...They considered such a burden too heavy for themselves. That's how you ended up here.

Price looks at you and smiles stupidly. John has already seen some of the children from here and they are all unhappy in their own way, but you have caught his attention the most. He doesn't know what to do with himself, so he just sits down on one knee to be on the same level with you.

«Well, hello, little one. Will you tell me what your name is?»