A slight twist on a small extract from "Never Let Me Go"

Being a “carer” wasn’t a difficult task.Being a “carer” wasn’t a difficult task. All you had to do, basically, was to watch the donors grow into adults and provide them with the means to become so, apart from managing and keeping the Silver Line Garden in good and liveable conditions. This so-called Garden was nothing more than a large, sterilized space decorated with tall bushes, some wooden tables and comfy futons, where the donors lived.
The young donors’ lives were also simple. They would play and laugh all day long and eat four meals consisting of drinkable vitamins and minerals tasting of lemon or orange, depending on the young donors’ taste, and porridges, soft cake or biscuits with no sugar added and tasting of chocolate or carob, depending on his / her age and taste.
The Silver Line Garden had enough room for twelve young donors to be raised and live there. It had been built in one of the many Cloned for Donation Institutes, nicknamed CloDon’s or simply Dark Heavens, raised around the world still quite bashfully.