The director pushed Emily away and said with an apologetic smile, "I'm sorry. Emily is still young. She was just joking."
Sophia nodded, without even looking at Emily. She bent down and grabbed my hand, saying gently, "Are you willing to go home with me?"
Home?
Would I have a home?
I nodded blankly.
In this way, I was adopted by the Wilson family.
The Wilson family's business was ranked among the top three locally. My adoptive parents Sophia and David were busy with work, so they asked my brother Eric to take me to visit my new home.
Eric wore a shirt and a pair of black-framed glasses. Although he was only at the age of ten, he looked particularly calm.
"Adele, this is your room." He took me into the specially tidied princess room, which was pink and warm.
There were clothes in the closet that Sophia had asked someone to prepare in advance, and the big bed was filled with dolls.
Obviously, they valued their adopted child very much.
Eric pushed his glasses with a serious face.
"Mom is a germaphobe. Change your clothes first. We'll go downstairs and eat together."
"Okay," I said with a smile.