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was in the middle of December, the climate was chilling

unbearable. Every person on the street was we

re all open. Serving hot and smoking food to their custo

ng Star’. Just like its name, the hotel was souring in heights in terms of profi

d kind man. His motive for the restaurant was not only to ear

, 4 in kitchen and 3 for serving. The

out hygiene and time. So the staff f

t. Everyone was standing outside a

asked, everyone looked around them to fin

alled out loudly, “Vi

away in the alley and they all saw a blurry s

s always.” The o

estaurant. However, he was the youngest of them all.

was 2. Since then, he had lived with the man. But his father died of c

e was an adopted child and second that even his foster parent h

’ he would think to himself wh

hing on his own since he was a child. As such, he had become responsible.

ide of life. Vish never considered his smartness or responsible beha

uld he

m had started to bully him since 8th grade. It was rough, being on the beating si

teachers did not pay attention and

hirt making him shiver in the cold. Since he did not have m

is taking most of the time in the night. I

g at the corner of the alley near his house. He was cove

ndered to what his foster fathe

ay kind Vi

ed away. The old man looked at the back of the walk

nd occupied with a fluffy blanket. Then he moved towards the man and cove

ear of the end of month, he would be receiving his salary.

ood kid.” The old man patt

nything and retur

g is bad luck my entire life. Guess being good d

n. Shaking his head, Vish entered the house and closed the d

se, Vish looked around. This

ives, the house now belonged to Vish,…official

d a small hall. It wasn't too big nor t

t to his bedroom and took out some books,

eat scholarship to enter a good College. He wished to be a prog

night, the light in his bedroom stayed on, only then to be switched off. He slept, being happy tha