It’s been a couple of days, since my parents left. They left me in the presence of salubriousness, spoke very little about my filthy existence, and millions of deceased microseconds later; I am up for adoption again, waiting for my foster parents: Monotony and disarray to show up. This waiting period is getting on my nerves. By the time they finish the paperwork, they won’t have anything more than a schoolbag to kiss. I would be far away from their reach, free from all debts of gratitude. Father, there would be no tuition fees to cough. Mother, serve apple seeds to the birds instead.