Start of a new day, year, and life.

As a child, I always thought of myself as a bright and productive child, but when my parents died in a fire, it changed a bit for me.

I become motivated less to do much. my parents had always given me everything I needed, wanted, and such things. Though now, it's just nothing.

I, Tulio Hernandez Fierro, was taken in by a small orphanage back then during that moment. Being adopted or fostered by a family was hard, but most were compelled to mostly foster me, which I could say the least was great, and I had been accepted.

The fostering times would usually be up to 4 to 7 months. I would enjoy it, and most were alright families. The best one I ever had, though, was the Mohican family. they were caring, loved having me, was fun, their kids were nice to me, and everything. I really felt at home with them. sadly, I had to leave eventually.

Eventually, a family came to look to adopt a boy. I was one of their choices, but they ended up picking Marco, a close friend of mine. I watched as he packed, and eventually, he left waving goodbye, but I did not return the same gesture; I was just hurt by the fact that the one person that stayed with me for so long is gone.

I waited and waited to be adopted by at least a good family or couple. Though all the waiting always turned into nothing for me, until I turned 17....