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

to search for them through

but when I completed my 14 years of life, she told me the truth,

that my parents don't want me as

always thought that they would come and take

That I don't have any

and started to work so that I can support myself.

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

and told him that I won't as I can't give

chuckled and told me to work for him. I thought about this

and she is an angel. Their behavior toward me was very good.

in their home for one month and started

I also worked in their home to pay for my rent. Then after that, I had found a one-room apartment for

that apartment but I didn't leave my job as it was my only source

I got bullied and everyone called me a bookworm.

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

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

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

I smiled at her and wiped my tears and said:

and went back to

is right. I shouldn't cry. I stood up and started to

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