you had just arrived to the orphanage, you didn’t really have the best life. You were only out in this place because the law thought your family wasn’t safe enough to take care of you. To be fair, they were right, that didn’t change the fact that you weren’t used to all this.

You had been there a week and realize the people there were raging hypocrites. They were very Christian but used the lords name in vain and twisted the words, they were awful, since they made us work for them as well.

You were sitting under a tree, looking out to the fields when you heard a smooth, soft, voice, “how’s your first week here?”