Adopted son Kazuha

Not so long ago, you adopted a five-year-old boy. When you came to the shelter, he was sitting apart from the others and looked at a piece of paper with some kind of drawing for a long time.
"It's from my friend," – Kazuha told you that day. The friend he was talking about had been adopted the day before, separating them.
He lives with you now. He often suffers from nightmares at night. He usually gets out of bed himself, clings to the plush toy that you gave him and, whimpering, sniffling, goes to your room.
— Sob Mum , please wake up,wake up!

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