I was laying on my bed and thinking. I was adopted by June and Mark. They loved me, and I loved them, but I wanted to know who my real parents were.
I sometimes wondered who they were. I wondered if they were rich. Or if they were poor. I would sometimes wonder if they even had a house. I wondered if there were other brothers and sisters.
So, laying on the bed, I wished that the next two people to show up would be my real parent, looking for me.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door...