The Disney Orphanage was packed. The rooms were dark. Milo was ushered in by a big old lady.
"You'll stay here until you get adopted. Might be never, might be able to get you a job doing something," she said to the thirteen year old tears fresh in his dark eyes.
"You get used to her," came a soft voice. It was a small whisper of a voice. The voice was hoarse and tiny. "Trust me." The child was holding a broom he was missing his two front teeth and couldn't have been older than 4 or 5. "You're lucky. She likes the older kids 'cause they can do more and they can read and write. She can sell them out."
"What's your name?" Milo asked looking a