His cruel destiny

Natasha POV

I sighed and walked out of the restaurant where I worked as a waitress.

It was the month of October and the weather is too hot. I was literally melting in this heat.

I said goodbye to the owner who was an old man. He is a good kind man.

It's very difficult to find a man like him. He respects us, girls, very much.

According to me, he is the best employer I have seen in my whole 17 years of life.

I started to walk toward my house which is half an hour away on foot from this restaurant.

I wiped my hands from my denim jeans. I pulled my hair out of the ponytail and made a messy bun.

It was evening time and I looked at my right side and saw a park where many kids were playing.

I walked toward the park and sat on the bench and watched kids playing with their parents.

I always come here to watch these kids playing with their parents whenever I have some time.

I always craved for it. Growing up in an orphanage is not easy. It's quite difficult to stay in that place.

I don't know who my parents are or anyone. I had spent 14 years in the orphanage.

I always have asked Mother Angela about my parents since childhood. But she always avoided the question.

remember how she used to tell me that my parents would come to take me

child so I used to search for them through the window of my

years

me as they were teen parents. So they left

thought that they would come and take me

reality of my life. That I don't have any home. I

left the orphanage and started to work so that I can support myself.

the streets for 5 days when I had no home. But then Mr. Bill Cameron, the owner of the restaurant, found me and told me that I

But I denied him and told him that I won't as

told me to work for him.

and she is an angel. Their

home for one month and started to work in the restaurant as a waitress.

Then after that, I had found a one-room

me. I shifted to that apartment but I didn't leave my job as it

lot of difficulties. I got bullied and everyone called me a bookworm.

I ignored them but that doesn't mean that it didn't hurt me. It hurts but now I am habitual of it.

little hand wiped my tears which I don't know when fall.  I turned and saw that it was a 5-year-old girl.

cry, angel." She said with a

at her and wiped my tears and said: "Ok I won't baby."

and went back to where other children were playing.

cry. I stood up and started to walk toward my home.

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