James went up from the road and tried not to cry anymore. He walked and dragged his bag limping and then glanced over at the path where his mother abandoned him. James sobbed in a village square that only had a street light in the middle of the night. After all, he's just a six-year-old kid who doesn't know what to do at that point. James was getting cold, and he had no choice but to enter the desolate grounds of the orphanage.

James knocked on the orphanage's front door, and soon a ...