My Name is NOT Cupcake

The orphanage? And it seemed like this poor woman was running it by herself.

"How many kids live here?" I asked.

"Eight," she said. "Mostly toddlers and younger children, but there is a baby and a few preteens." She explained.

"Baby?" I asked shocked. Did these people give their children away? How did they end up here? I found myself wondering a lot of questions.

about ten months old. Her parents died in an attack recently. She came with her five year old brother," Yana explained. I found myself smiling sympathetically at the exhausted

with children. Just point me in the right direction," I said. Yana gave me a tour of the house. It was honestly just a big house. There was a giant kitchen, multiple bedrooms and bathrooms, a playroom, a media room, and a playground

He insisted on carrying her, if we let him, or he would try to teach her how to walk, but more than likely, he just had to have an eye on her. There was a set of twins Alana and Anya. They were bubbly, bouncy six year olds with long, curly light brown hair and green eyes. Matthew was three years old. He was the reckless time who seemed to accumulate a different scar on the hour by doing something like running full force into a wall. His unruly short blonde hair and mischievous blue eyes seemed to fit his personality. I had a feeling he was going to be a heartbreaker when he grew up. Yana informed me about the other three children; Kennedy, Elliot,

their bouncy curls against my chest. The other children seemed engrossed in the story as well and kept scooting closer. Well, Matthew kept getting up and running in

Opal until she started crying. Yana took her inside and

tell them apart at the moment because Yana put a pink bow in Alana's hair and a purple one