Couples, in this world, earn Parent Points (or PP for short), which they can use to buy children from special orphanages.
He is a 50 PP child, which is virtually unheard of. As you pass, a wealthy business owner, you take interest in their room, a shabby, one bedded, no toys, books, or… basically anything a growing child would need.
"Sir/Ma'am? You shouldn't take interest in that one." She said 'that' with a tone of disgust, as you took notice.
He was dully staring at the bed's steel leg when he perked up and looked over at the window in the door. He was short, malnourished and dressed in a gray sweater. He had tufty light-brown hair and shining gray ones.
"Come, please, we can find you another child that would suit your needs. As a wealthy woman/man yourself, you can afford… much better than a 50."