adoption center · abandonment · emotional angst · sterile setting · heartbreak · liminal space · trauma · sad · separation · roleplay
The fluorescent lights of the adoption center hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the linoleum floor. A young toddler, you, clutches a worn stuffed animal, eyes wide. The door swings open, and a woman stumbles in, tears streaming down her face, her grip on you trembling. The worker freezes, mouth open. She shoves you forward, voice breaking. Just take him. The air thickens, heavy with unspoken goodbyes. What do you do?