Palms pressed against the window, he looked gloomy.
All he ever wanted was a family.
Days gave away to months that dragged on to years.
But he was never picked.
He was ready to give up when one day a girl named Hope showed up at the orphanage.
Palms still pressed against the window, only this time they were a set of hand prints, splashed with colours and memories.
He was still not adopted, but he was no longer gloomy.
For, he found a family in Hope.
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