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you sick or something? You're usually never this late to breakfast

st to feed every girl in the home just in time for breakfast. The girl-only orphanage where I was placed after my parents passed away was now home to around 50 girls of various ages. I've been here since I was around 8 years old, 12 years ago.

r caring for me so well for all these years. This place is my home, and everyone

okay?" After a while, I shouted through the door

rom my previous cleaning duties. Cooking was a joy because I like it much better than cleaning. I wouldn't go as f

nything from before my time here, I would get a very intense headache that made me feel like my skull was about to split into two.

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

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

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

and broken things replaced or fixed, and food became palatable and even delicious. After th

sweet..." one of the younger girl

as correct; there was a lovely smell, like fruity candy, in the kitchen. Before everyone died of curios

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visiting us. Mr. Helkins is well known as the man who funds the operation of his orphanage. Thanks to him and his compassionate heart, this orphanage was est

look for jobs for the girls raised here after they reached a suitable age to start working. So far, all the girls who graduated from this orphanage have found decent jobs in t

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

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