Whispering Willows, Singapore.
Located in the most posh locality of the city, was a gigantic white colored house. The little boy entered the gate with a gloom expression. He looked at the sprawling gardens and clear water of pool, uneffected by the beautiful view. He was ushered to his new room, quickly by a middle aged man.
"This will be you new room." He muttured looking at the lost expression on the boy's face.
"Do you have real tigers and monkeys also here?" The little boy asked, perplexed looking at the stuffed animal toys.
"No. We don't. Just the stuff toys." The man frowned at the boy's question and left the room, closing it behind him.
He went down the stairs, looking at a well-dressed lady in pink, sulking on the couch.
"Aurthor! Just why did you bring this piece of trash here? I can't keep anybody else's orphan."
