My family. Oh my lovely family. I loved them dearly. My cute little daughter, adopted from China, and when she was younger couldn’t speak a single word of English. My wife, the woman who I had found love with on one fateful night due to my little child bringing us together.
My daughter, Lillian was her name, was the very thing that kept me alive, the reason why I didn’t fall into despair the years I had been with her. I remembered the day I got her. I entered the orphanage that held custody over Lily, she was 3 years old at that point. When I saw her adorable eyes, her baby face, I knew I wanted to bring her into my family.
At that time I was living by myself, no wife, no girlfriend. The entire reason I adopted was because I was worried I couldn’t have a family. Someone that I could raise and give my wealth to. I was working as a successful AI developer for a famous computer company, the name escapes my mind at the moment. Living a modest life, I grew bored of the daily routines of going to work and coming home to find it empty. I couldn’t find a person to love, although it's not like I didn’t try. I have been with many women, some just wanted the wealth, others having little to nothing in common, so it became hard to marry someone who I couldn’t love. So I decided to get a child by adopting.
Actually my friends at my work ended up suggesting adoption. Initially I was going to adopt a boy, as adopting a girl seemed a bit inappropriate, but when I saw Lily that idea flew out the window faster than a bird being set free of a cage. She stole my heart with the look that she gave me. With the legal papers being dealt with, eventually I was finally able to bring Lily to my house, one that I built long ago. With the wealth I had accrued I bought a piece of land and had my house constructed from the ground up. Although it was large, enough to fit a regular family, to me, by myself, felt extremely lonely.
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When Lily first got to my house she couldn’t speak a word of english and as a result we had a hard time communicating, not to mention that I am a guy, and she a girl. I thought this might have been a problem so I asked one of my friends who knew Chinese, and which happed to be female, if they could come over every so often to help me take care of her. My friend would deal with the various translation problems as well as the girly stuff I couldn't do as a I am a man. Since she was not married she lived with me as a guest. Eventually we got married after falling in love.
My wife was one of my coworkers who I knew at the company. We didn’t really think each other as romance partners until one fateful night at my house. I remember that night like it was yesterday. We had just put Lily to bed and we decided to have a bit to drink. We drank because that was the same day that was the anniversary of when I got Lily, which had happened a year before. Let me just say that various things ensued, and I felt extremely glad that I had the great thought of making the rooms a bit more soundproof, and my friend ended up becoming my girlfriend, and after a few more years of living together, she became my wife.
My wife’s name was Emily. During the wedding her family was the only one who came. My family didn’t come not because they didn’t want to, but it was because I didn’t have any. Like Lily, I was an orphan ever since I could remember, but I never became adopted. When I turned 18 the orphanage basically kicked me out with nothing. Anyway the wedding was beautiful, and I could remember the face of Lily as she was coming down the aisle with flowers. Her face smiling from ear to ear as she trailed behind my lovely wife throwing flowers. It was one of the many happy days I had and I had to thank Lily for bringing it all together.
But like all good things it came to an end and it was a day I truly never wanted to remember.