During my early teen years, we vacationed to the capital city, and I reminded my parents of my quest. They adhered to it and we visited two orphanages. At one, we were told that the children were not for adoption, that they were being taken care of by them. The other said the same, going an extra step by guiding us through procedures that we could attempt, but that seemed to take really long to complete. Steps which would see the quest diminish in the hands of my parents.
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