COINCIDENCE OR DESTINY?

The orphanage was housed in an old but well-kept mansion.

I walked in carrying bags of meals, greeted by wary glances. With every step, more kids stopped what they were doing to stare—big eyes in small faces. Some offered shy smiles, others darted away, probably scared I might take them home. Did they have bonds with each other? If I’d grown up in a place like this, would I have been happier?

No one came to meet me, so I wandered down the hallway, curious. These ...