michael shim || d5 || wip

When Mom and Dad talk about the day they got me, it feels like a filler. Something they use to fill the time;

"Oh, have we told you how Michael came a part of our lives?"

Didn't know it was so important that I came into their lives. Not that I'm a part of it now. Sure, they didn't expect a small boy of total different shade to appear on their doorstep at 5 in the morning, but they also didn't expect to ever have a child in their home anymore.

Feel sympathy for them.

Why? They didn't ask for me. Clearly my original parents didn't either.