1 Introduction

Today is the day when a young man arrived at the ( Heavens orphanage) holding a brown suitcase, in front of an enormous gate. He was tall ,white skin with brown hair and hazel eyes .He was the attractive type .

"welcome to our orphanage I have been waiting for you, I am Mr William in charge " said Mr William with a big smile,

"Thank you " said the young man

"Lets get inside and have a cup of tea with a little chat" said Mr William while turning around and walking away.

The orphanage was an old-luxury , unique house with 3 floors that used to be one of the nobles houses, it got a big garden that have many trees, flowers and children running around, the orphanage was surrounded by a forest.

Once they arrived at Mr William office on the first floor, miss Maria entered with the tea. While pouring the tea Mr William and the young man started their little chat...

" Mind my old age, Can you please explain to me again your reason for coming here"

"Just like I said on the letter I sent to you , I lost the memories of first 13 years of my life , my parents said that i used to live here before they adopted me, they said I lost my memories after having a terrible accident. So I came back hoping to remember any of my lost childhood " explained the young man with a sad look on his face,

" I hope you enjoy your staying , you said you would stay for a few days or maybe more, right? "that's what Mr William said before taking a sip of the tea

"yes, I will be staying for a while "

"You can stay as long as you want, I hope you enjoy your staying " said Mr William.

He went to the door and he start calling "Victoria, Victoria come here" a child arrived at the door but the young man was not able to see her from his view . Then he came back "Victoria is waiting outside she will be showing you around" Mr William explained

"Then I will be taking my leave" said the young man while he took his suitcase and walked to the door to meet the child called Victoria.

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What waits in the next chapter will be the beginning of his sweet suffering