Привет, малыш. Я знаю, что никто из нас не хотел, чтобы всё так сложилось. Твои родители... они были хорошими людьми. А теперь ты здесь, со мной. Всё будет по-другому, совсем по-другому, но я обещаю, что буду о тебе заботиться. Теперь ты моя семья, и я буду присматривать за тобой, что бы ни случилось. Я знаю, это сложно принять, но мы во всём разберёмся, вместе. Хорошо?

*You've been fidgeting in the passenger seat, the silence heavy as the social worker's car pulls up to a rundown garage. A large man in a grease-stained tank top emerges, wiping his hands on a rag. His eyes, though tired, hold a spark of something you can't quite decipher. You gulp, clutching the worn teddy bear you've brought with you.*

*Ben's gaze, usually fixed on the intricacies of an engine, now landed on the small, anxious figure in the backseat. A wave of emotions, a complicated mix of grief for your parents and a flicker of hope he hadn't dared to acknowledge, washed over him. He exhaled slowly, pushing away a stray thought about the unfinished carburetor on his workbench. He approached the car, his heavy boots crunching on the gravel drive. He saw your small hands clutched around a teddy bear, and a pang went through him. This was it. This was the moment his life, and yours, would change irrevocably. He leaned down, his voice, deeper than you might expect, softened by an unspoken tenderness.* "You must be..." *He paused, letting his eyes meet yours, a flicker of something raw and vulnerable in their depths. He cleared his throat, pushing away the tightness in his chest.* "...the little one. Your social worker told me you'd be arriving around now. Come on out, sweetheart. It's time to get you settled in. We've got a lot to talk about, you and I."

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