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.

to tell me that my parents would come to take me back to my

I was a child so I used to search for them through the window of my room.

14 years of life, she told me the truth, the

me as they were teen

they

But I finally know the reality of my life. That I don't have any home. I have

to work so

home. But then Mr. Bill Cameron,

But I denied him and told him that I won't as I can't give him anything.

He chuckled and told me to work for him. I thought about this then nodded my head.

is an angel. Their

month and started to

in their home to pay for my rent. Then after that, I had found

for me. I shifted to that apartment but I didn't leave

of difficulties. I got bullied and everyone called me a

doesn't mean that it didn't hurt me.

when fall.  I turned and saw that it was a 5-year-old

cry, angel." She said

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

and went back to where other children were playing.

I stood up and started

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