3 Chapter 3

After that day, the guard who told me that my mother left me took me in and treat me like I am his own daughter.

As he himself don't have a family, he felt sorry for me. "I was just like you-" he mumbled to himself.

I then told him about my family, about my dad who killed himself because of his depression and his large amount of dept that's been past on to me.

Tears started to flow uncontrollably, like it's out of my control.

Am I crying? But I never really cried this much before, even when my dad died. What is happening to me? I've never felt like this before?

"it's ok, you can cry. You don't have to pretend you're alright" he said to me with a gentle tone in his voice.

I cried my eyes out that day. My eyes were sore and red at that a runny nose but all was okay since he comforted me by singing me a song even though he can barely sing. My smile returned and to finally finish a happy yet depressing day, we both watch a comedy type of movie.

(while watching)

"I'm sorry sir--"

"You can call me Jack, the nun at the orphanage called me by that name."

"ok then, Jack thank you for taking me in..." I rustled around my pocket. "here a candy, you can have it."

"Thank you too Al"

I look at his face and wanted to question more about what he said but I think that will be inappropriate so I just continued watching the movie.