"Goodnight mom, goodnight dad" I said tiredly as I started into the portrait of them that rested in my hands. Ever since I've been brought into this orphanage, I knew my family had never left me. My mother and father died in a car accident, I was sent into foster care until my new parents would come and pick me up. Five years, and still nothing. Ah well, I thought as I set the portrait gently on the floor, there's always next year. I rested my head on the soft pillow, the moonlight shimmering down the windows, lightening up the nearly spooky room. I drifted off to sleep. "Yeah yeah..."
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