₀₄₀. Oliver

Born in New York, New York, Oliver originally had a normal life with his parents and was the happiest child anyone could have ever seen. As a baby he hardly ever cried or made a whining sound unless he actually needed something. Clearly, nothing spectacular about this part of his life other than being, well, a baby. It had been five years with his actual parents and they had already moved to a different area. Things were getting slightly rough with finances and there were more arguments than usual between his parents. They, however, never divorced. One day, the bell had rung and a man delivering milk appeared at the door. Oliver did nothing but stare at the man that his parents refused. He didn't pay any mind to it and didn't get super curious until that same man came by every single day offering milk. His parents had had enough of it and looked as though they were about to yell at the man but Oliver being Oliver, ran up to the man, in front of his parents and smiled brightly at him holding up two fingers.

"Can I have two, please?"

Since then, the parents have always refused because they didn't like milk but would always get one for their son. One day they just stopped getting milk for him. 'It's a bit of an annoyance' they'd say. It's come to the point where Oliver was getting increasingly unhappy and his parents were focusing more on getting out of financial trouble than their own child. Two years later, when Oliver was 7, his parents decided they couldn't take care of him anymore. They sent him to an orphanage. When he found out he wouldn't be seeing his parents anymore, he completely changed his tune. He wasn't as talkative to the other kids and he certainly didn't like being included in group activities. He always sat in a corner, looking outside the window and drinking milk. This continued for nearly four years. When he was ten, nearly turning eleven, a man had come in and it was almost like a blur to Oliver. He'd been wanted by someone! Someone who could possibly take care of him better than his own parents! He was nearly ecstatic! It was almost as if fate was working in his favor and he hadn't remembered the man too much, but the man who had adopted him was The Milkman himself. It'd been near six years and remembering something that far back was a little difficult for the boy but Oliver met the Milkman with a full carton with a straw and a giant, toothy smile on his face.

"Please take care of me!"