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.

parents would come to

search for them through the window of my room.

years of

told me that my parents don't want me as they were teen parents. So they left me

always thought that they would come and take me to

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

work

no home. But then Mr. Bill Cameron, the owner of the restaurant, found me and told

that I

He chuckled and told me to work for him.

wife and she is an

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

I also worked 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

school with a lot of difficulties. I got bullied

them but that doesn't mean that it didn't hurt me. It hurts but

fall.  I turned and saw that it

"Don't cry, angel." She said with a sad pout.

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

She smiled at me and went back to where other children

I shouldn't cry. I stood up and started

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