"Master Axel, your mother gave me strict orders not to let you leave the house until you've finished cleaning your room," Mrs. Morales, the housekeeper, informs me.
By 'cleaning' I mean picking everything up off the floor and stuffing it into the closet.
Basically, I'm just moving the mess from one place to another.
Thanks to that little trick, I can clean my room in record time.
The only thing left is a pink photo album with my name and Veronica's written inside a big red heart on the cover.
It's been under my bed for who knows how long, to the point where it's practically fused with the dust.
Damn... I'd completely forgotten about this album.
It must've been at least three years since the last time I saw it.
Overcome with nostalgia, I sit down on the floor and begin flipping through that treasure chest of memories.
The first photo was taken just a few days after the adoption. We were riding a roller coaster at an amusement park.
