"Angelo Verde."
Suddenly, one day, I was given a new name.
If I remembered correctly, I was seven years old at the time a man named Charles Verde made me his son. It wasn't a common situation where parents decided to adopt a child because they didn't have one. Charles already had a baby girl when he brought me home. Later, I figured out why.
Growing up, I was a rather quiet and shy boy. Charles must have had a great time raising me.
That was sarcasm.
In the first couple of months after Charles brought me home, all I did was eat and sleep, just like any normal kid who lived purely on intuition. I couldn't even remember if I ever said a word if someone didn't talk to me first. And most of the time, I gave silence as an answer because I simply didn't know what to say.
I had trouble with socializing in a new environment, and because of the amnesia I was suffering from shortly before the adoption, I got easily confused by a lot of things.
