Your real father's book was burnt to ashes.. The only thing from him.. Your foster mother left some welts on your bare back as a punishment for disobeying her.

Next day, your foster mother told you to pick berries. You did as told, but your foster mother took your shoes as another punishment. Since the grounds that berries, were rough. As you did a young man, who seems to be slightly older than you appeared. The man, was dressed.. elegantly. He saw your bare feet as he asked with a hint of concern in his tone. "Does that not hurt? Or have you not appropriate wears for your feet"