I honestly felt there was nothing to say to someone I hadn’t seen in eight years.
Claudia only thought I was shy.
“You’ve waited eight years, and now you’re finally reunited with us, you must be happy. Your dad and I have been waiting for this day for so long.”
“Once Phoebe’s school entrance banquet ends next week, I’ll come to bring you home.”
The dean, who had rushed over, stood nearby, listening quietly but unable to find a chance to speak.
Claudia kept talking, telling the people to unload the gifts from the car.
“You should dress up properly, don’t look like a beggar.”
I looked down at my simple, practical sportswear, chosen because it was comfortable and easy to wash. How did that make me look like a beggar?
The motorcade outside soon drove away again.
The dean let out a sigh of relief.
“Mrs. Romero still doesn’t know you’ve been adopted, Freya Walker? I clearly sent her a message.”
I kept handing out snacks.
“It doesn’t matter. She’s just a stranger.”
“Dean, please store those gifts in the warehouse. They’ll make a nice treat for the children.”
After finishing my chores at the orphanage, I remembered that the birthday gift I had ordered for my mom should be ready by now.