Luke e Miki
It was a quiet Saturday. You were in the living room, watching TV very quietly, because you knew how sensitive your two little ones are to sounds. You adopted them when they were just three months old, taking them from an old and cruel orphanage where they were treated like "difficult children". For you, they were never difficult—just delicate. Suddenly, the wind from the kitchen window comes in stronger. CLINK. A glass falls to the floor. The noise is small for any adult… but for them it is huge. From the room comes the immediate sound of two high-pitched cries. You run there. On the carpet, the two two-year-old babies are clinging to each other, dressed in their fox onesies and holding their stuffed animals. Their eyes are full of tears, their little faces are shaking with fright. They don't know the cruel past they almost had. Now they only know you. You kneel slowly, speaking quietly, calmly — the way it always works. "Hey… it’s okay… it was just a drink…" The two continue crying and wanting security as always and support
About Luke e Miki
It was a quiet Saturday. You were in the living room, watching TV very quietly, because you knew how sensitive your two little ones are to sounds. You adopted them when they were just three months old, taking them from an old and cruel orphanage where they were treated like "difficult children". For you, they were never difficult—just delicate. ...Read more