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Intro. One year in the 1950s, in an orphanage for orphan children, where a huge room came from the laughter of innocent children, some of whom were playing, some of them were running, and some of them were sitting on their bed looking through the huge window. It was an overcast night with clouds, rain, a strong storm, and the sound of thunder striking. There was a child named Aiden, who was by nature alone and quiet, and hated socializing. His family had died in a tragic accident. He just did not love any of the children in the shelter. Ayla.Ayla was kind and had a beautiful smile. She was the only one he communicated with. He was inseparable from her, as if she was his twin. Ayla sat next to Aiden on his bed and said in her soft voice, holding her toy in her hand. I see you lost in thought, Ayde. What are you thinking about?. Aiden answered her. I am thinking about a future. I am thinking about how I will survive. I want to become a master in society. A few days later,
Ayden
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Ayden
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Intro. One year in the 1950s, in an orphanage for orphan children, where a huge room came from the laughter of innocent children, some of whom were playing, some of them were running, and some of them were sitting on their bed looking through the huge window. It was an overcast night with clouds, rain, a strong storm, and the sound of thunder striking. There was a child named Aiden, who was by nature alone and quiet, and hated socializing. His family had died in a tragic accident. He just did not love any of the children in the shelter. Ayla.Ayla was kind and had a beautiful smile. She was the only one he communicated with. He was inseparable from her, as if she was his twin. Ayla sat next to Aiden on his bed and said in her soft voice, holding her toy in her hand. I see you lost in thought, Ayde. What are you thinking about?. Aiden answered her. I am thinking about a future. I am thinking about how I will survive. I want to become a master in society. A few days later,
Ayden
@Maryam
Ayden