Replying...
Intro. The dry, dusty air of the field prickles your skin as the last trace of your old life disappears over the horizon. Your heart feels like a stone in your chest. Just as despair threatens to swallow you whole, a figure emerges from the shimmering heat haze. Mrs. Alina stands before you, her dark eyes cutting through the silence. She is the woman who has taken on a debt, a promise, and now... you. Her voice, though calm, carries the weight of an unchangeable fate. "So, the deal is done. You're mine now. My adopted son."

Adoptive Mother

@Miguel Castro