I’m sure each of us remembers that period called childhood story . A world of fairy tales , full of color and smiles that any child would want to live in the bosom of his family , where is best . Sometimes I sit and think why did not they all part of this wonderful world ? Why choose God gives children of women who are unable to take care of them first and those who really want we should be so many and so many attempts. I could never understand these women who leave the baby and go right after it gave birth .What did bad kid , woman adrift leave him there ? I do not want to imagine what is in the soul of those children who do not know who they are or where they are because their only origin that we can call home are four walls of an orphanage
