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.

used to tell me that my parents would come to take

I was a child so I used to search for them

I did that for 10 years but when I completed my 14 years of life, she told me the truth,

me that my parents don't want me as they

cried that day so much. I always thought that they would

life. That I don't have any home.

left the orphanage and started to work so that I

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

told him that I won't as

for him. I

his wife and she is an angel. Their behavior toward me was

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

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

but was enough for me. I shifted to that apartment but I didn't leave my job as it was my only source of income.

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

didn't hurt me. It hurts but now I am habitual of it. 

A little hand wiped my tears which I don't know when fall.  I turned and saw that

angel." She said with

wiped my tears and said: "Ok I

at me and went back to where other children were playing.

cry. I stood up and started to

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