We lie on the window sill with open eyes and look at the driveway of the courtyard every day, always looking forward to someone taking us away to enjoy happiness, but pairs of disappointed eyes flash across my eyes. I am afraid that I am like them. If there is no hope, there will be no disappointment, right?
That day, for the first time, I set foot in that "home" filled with dirty children. I followed them and leaned against the window sill, waiting for something.
She.
The moment she saw me, her eyes widened. I stood up straight and looked at her approaching me in shock.
She suddenly smiled brightly, patted my head and said to the dean, "This is the child, I want this child!"
Her eyes shone with an unusual light, and at first I thought I had found hope, because there was something familiar about the way she looked at me.
But... I was wrong...
A greedy mask rushed toward me, and I didn't have time to dodge. I was only 10 years old at the time, and I was forced to learn about the most sinister human nature in the world, which is crueler and more ferocious than hell.