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days

orphanage number five shakes my hand endlessly. Her eyes shine, and she looks at me as if I

dark clothes surrounding me from all sides. The only thing missing is a helicopter to give a full picture of the scale

you hate to show off?' Ash

ns, where they account for every penny, ev

my responsibility. A couple of million a month is a drop in the ocean fo

ntly, without setting yourself

y visit the sites

ing of the orphanage looked like after the restoration. When my Beta showed me the letter from th

phs with damp, peeling walls, holes in the floors, and rusty, half-collapsed beds, touched al

ll take place in three hours," my Beta, Jason, whispered in

s chattering incessantly, smiling from

floors are now smooth, without dents, the linoleum is simply awesome! And the window

is about to jump on me from above and kiss me on both cheeks, "I am

were looking forward to your visit, preparing, rehearsing. The kids call you a wizard... And they a

s heard, children's laughter is heard, and there is a sme

y th

ou a signal, you enter i

do. I look around. The hall is spacious, and bright, with large win

you ready

es. Seeing me, they quieted down, lined up in neat ro

nk with emotion, missing a beat. The girls were twirling around the hall in flu

me gifts they had made with their own hands. One little toddler even

me here regularly if I felt sad. On command, my peop

had done at least something good. But I would have to pay for it for a lon

was the tiniest and most fragile among the other children. The little girl huddled in a corner, near the window, sitt

ther children were bullying her and she was hiding in thi

ll thoughts

saw a small

hear her speech. Everything is swimming before my eyes, the w

me and playing with a shabby doll, while

ye. On the top of her head is a red bow, on her waist is a lush tulle skirt that looks incredibl

you gettin