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I’m Charles Jr. and I’m a managing partner at Snow Inc. I grew up in the big apple, where my father did his work for the majority of my childhood. Charles Sr. was a well-respected man in the financial district. He was often referred to as moneyman and with that title he became a very busy man.

I started acting out around the age of 15, I had bottled up my feeling towards my dad not being there for a very long time. There was this event where supercar owners from around the world would come to New York for a 2-day convention. A few days prior to this event I came back home from school early and I’d seen my dad’s car parked outside which was a rare sight for me. I started making my way to his rooms and as I walked to his room, I could hear noises from his room getting louder. I slowly opened the door without making any noise, just enough for me to see through. I couldn’t believe my eyes; my father was cheating on my mom with another woman.

I stayed fairly calm and slowly shut the door almost knowing that something of this caliber was bound to happen to a family that is rarely all together in one room. I had said nothing but keeping it bottled up for a couple of days until I could hold it back no more. It was the day of the event and I was so mad at him that I took his car out for a spin. His most prized possession, the McLaren 720S, was a car that was an absolute monster on the streets. I had managed to swipe the keys for the car from my dad. I switched on the engine and started revving the engine, now would be the time I tell you that I’ve never driven a car before, so I was not ready for what happened next. I had released the hand brake and as I stepped on the gas ever so slightly, the car took off at an alarmingly fast rate and I swerved and hit a tree.

It just happened to be that my parents were both walking to the car as I swerved it into the tree. They ran to my aid and I barely had a scratch on my body. They were relieved and I told them I was sorry but at the same time that I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I told my mom that I saw dad cheating on her, and she giggled a bit. She said that they’ve been seeing other people since they have such busy work schedules and never get to see each other. The very fact that my mom told me this in such a nonchalant way made me realize that your kids will grow up to hate you if you put work before family and that is one mistake, I promised I wouldn’t make myself.

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I’m Tran Cheng and I’m a managing partner at Snow Inc. I was born in Vancouver, British Columbia. I was in raised in an orphanage for the first 9 years of my life. Growing up with over 15 other kids, first come first serve was the golden rule; this applied to food or even clothes.

When I was a kid at Palmer orphanage, I would often look for any couples that are coming to adopt and I would tidy up myself hoping to make a good impression and get adopted. Generally, couples lean towards adopting younger kids, or babies if possible, as they would be able to spend more time with the kid as a child and not already grown up.

It was the morning of November 9th, 1989, the caregiver just informed us that it was world adoption day and unlike other years, this year the mayor will be coming himself as well. The news that the mayor would visit us was surprising because we don’t usually have any visitors. Hearing this, parents who wanted to adopt kids started showing up to the orphanage. Could this be the day? The day that I’d been waiting for my whole life.

The day starts off with around 7 couples that were looking to adopt, an unusually higher number than normal. I had tried very hard to put myself out there but when you’re in a room surrounded by 15 other kids who want to get out of here, it makes it hard to do so. 8 kids were adopted during that period, all 8 of them were babies under the age of 1. Every last glimmer of hope for me was just fading away in front of my eyes. But that’s when the mayor showed up with another couple. I was visibly upset at this point that couples would not pick me and so I ran up to the mayor and I told him, “it’s unfair, it’s unfair”, I tried to hold back my tears but it wouldn’t stop, “why is it that us older kids are looked over? We deserve a childhood just as much as any of the younger kids”.

I ran back to my room and within a few minutes the caretaker asked me to come to the office. I consoled myself and went to the office, the mayor along with the couple from earlier were there. The caretaker told me that this couple, the wife who was the mayor’s daughter, was looking to adopt a kid and that you were their choice. I couldn’t believe it, I looked at them with my eyes tearing up and before I said anything, my soon to be mother said “You’re not looked over today, and you will never again be looked over. You deserve to have a childhood you can be happy with, and that is with us.”. I ran over to them and hugged them and didn’t want to ever let go.

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I’m Elijah Smith and I’m a managing partner at Snow Inc. I grew up in a one-bedroom apartment with my parents and my 2 other siblings. We didn’t have certain luxuries growing up and we understood this as times were rough. My dad was a cobbler and my mom worked at a supermarket. Neither my dad nor my mom had gone to college, so they were limited to finding jobs that didn’t require anything more than a high school certificate. Because of this, they made it a priority that me and my siblings would get an education. When I was a kid, I would help out by making food for my younger brother and sister when we got back home from school. I would do other things around the house such as cleaning up, doing the dishes and do the laundry sometimes.

There was that one fateful where whether we knew it or not, our lives were never going to be the same. It started out as usual, my father left in the morning to set up his cobbler stand, and my mother sent us off to school and then went to her job. On the way to his stand, my father encountered this young boy who was selling lottery tickets, my father bought a ticket off the boy on the condition that the boy would not miss school anymore. My father was a man of principle and believed that the lottery was a bet for suckers but made exceptions.

After a long day of work, we were all finally at home and having dinner together at the table. We usually have the TV switched on while we eat since we all enjoy watching a little tv whenever we get the time. My dad was browsing through the channels and came by the lottery channel where they were just about to announce the winning numbers. He hadn’t told us that he bought the lottery ticket just yet and so he slowly just listened to the numbers being read out.

My father was in shock, he was looking through the tv and no longer at it anymore, I was concerned and asked him what happened. He handed me this little piece of paper, no bigger than my palm, it read out the exact same numbers as on the screen. I looked at him and we both jumped off our chairs and started hugging each other out of excitement. That was the day it all changed. My dad had stashed back more than enough for our education and well-being for the future. He opened a shoe shop and my mom stayed back at home so she could finally focus on her art. I was able to afford going to the university of my choosing and that is how I ended up in the position I am today.