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e you sick or something? You’re usually never this late to breakfa

g breakfast to feed every girl in the home just in time for breakfast. The girl-only orphanage where I was placed in after my parents passed away was now home to around 50 girls from various ages. I’ve been here since I was around 8 years old and that was 12 year

aking care of me so well for all these years. To me, this place is my home, and eve

ok?” I shouted through the door after a while

my previous cleaning duties. It was a joy to cook because I like it much better than cleaning. I wouldn’t go as far

nk or recall anything from before my time here, I would get a very intense headache that made me feel like my skull was about to split int

nt by, I started to worry less and less about my past and the fact that I honestly couldn’t remember much about w

help but wonder if those fragments of memories were something that my young brain conjured up to fill the void

alled her, was only in her mid-thirties. She had a sweet smile and beautiful wavy blonde hair. Growing up, I always admired her beauty as well as her kind a

nd broken things replaced or fixed, food became palatable and then even delicious. After that came so

sweet…” one of the younger girl

ere was a very sweet smell like fruity candy swirling around in the kitchen. Before everyone died of curiosity, t

ou girls…” Lady Monica anno

and sweet!” a you

ome…” another call

g us. Mr. Helkins is well known as the man who funds the operation of his orphanage. It is thanks to him and his compassionate heart that this orphanage was estab

k for jobs for the girls raised here after they reach a suitable age to start working. So far, all the girls that have ‘graduated’ from this orphanage have found decent jobs in the c

end some money back to help feed the younger girls in this place. After all, without th

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