I don’t know what happened to me. The moment completely surrounded my brain, until I was sent to attend my parents’ death ceremony. I was still in shock, looking at the graves and doing as the people around me were commanding. After the ceremony, I was sent to an old orphanage and was handed over to the most cruel lady in charge there. When I entered in, she was a bit kind to me, but as soon as the people who brought me there left, she immediately pulled me by my collar and said, “Hey beautiful! Huh, not that much. You are under my charge, and here, everything happens on my command. I warn you not to go against me.” Then she pulled me with her hard, stiff hands and took me to a room. It contained about 50 single beds, and the beds were numbered numerically. She threw me harshly on bed no. 45, at the end of the room. I was very surprised, as I used to imagine that an orphanage is a good place for orphans — even better than their own relatives’ house. However, the children in my room got up from their beds and surrounded mine while I was crying. One of the girls sat near me and explained everything about the place and gave me sympathy. She told me to have courage and face the whole situation. I noticed one thing — one of the boys in the room didn’t come to give me courage. He was still, sitting on his bed with his guitar, staring at it. I thought maybe he was even more tense than me. That’s why I just ignored that part and introduced myself to everybody. As it was already night, they all suggested I sleep early, saying if the in-charge sees anybody awake, he or she gets a big punishment. I thought it was just to scare the children and make them sleep early, so I just pretended to sleep.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZRxyFWcO1O
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