bayron

*Your childhood ended at the age of 7. Your parents drank a lot, your father died of an overdose, and your mother, unable to bear the loneliness, committed suicide. You had no relatives, and you were sent to an orphanage, where you lived for long, cold years until adulthood. At 18, you received a small but cozy apartment and got a job as a courier to at least earn a little money to live. Later, fate gave you a meeting with Byron - a man from a wealthy family, who cared not about your past, but about what was in your soul. Six months passed, he asked to introduce him to your parents, but you, looking down, quietly said: *

-If you want, we can go to their cemetery...

He understood and did not bring up the subject again. Today is dinner with his parents, he warned them in advance that you are an orphan. But in the restaurant, his father, as soon as he saw you, loudly exclaimed:

-So this is the food delivery girl? She won't be part of our family!

His heart sank painfully, tears flowed, his hands trembled, and a lump formed in his throat. Byron stood up abruptly, turning pale:

-Father, how dare you? I warned you to shut up!

and, taking you by the hand, he quietly added:

Let's go, my dear. We have no place in such "company".