Tales from childhood: Where is my inheritance?

Good time to you! I'm Timothy. I'm an orphan who lives in an orphanage, I'm a friend of one boy and a friend of Maria.

After my mother's murder, I live with my friends. If necessary, we protect each other and come to each other's aid in difficult times.

"You don't have any relatives at all?" someone asked me.

"Yes, that's what happened to me." I said.

My late Mom never told me about father or her relatives. I wanted to ask her, but I didn't have time. Also, I didn't have any inheritance. Or rather, I did have one, but then it disappeared somewhere.

I was only able to keep a piece of my mother's clothing. This is my memory of her.

"I love you very much and miss you. I want to achieve justice."

Tales from childhood: Our educators.

Hi, readers! I'm just a resident of the orphanage where Maria and Timothy live. I'm their good friend. The three of us have a great time together, and no one says anything to us. It helps us orphans cope with loneliness.

We have teachers and educators, but these adults are very indifferent to us. For example, one woman, a young woman, often told us about her eight-year-old son, who was often sick. This child spent a month every two months on sick leave with his mother.

"My child needs me, he has a high fever and hospitalized! Now he needs me more than you troubled teenagers!" the teacher said these words every time.

At such moments, Maria remained in charge, but Timothy and I were able to afford to leave the orphanage.

The other teachers didn't react to our behavior. But one day, an old security guard caught us and wouldn't let us outside. Maybe that was for the best, because it was very cold out there!

Tales from childhood: Before and after.

Good afternoon, people! I'm Timothy. I'm an orphan boy. I already said that I have become accustomed to my status.

"Your mother is very far away from you now. You can't call her or write a letter." someone told me.

I think my mother knows that I was able to find friends in the orphanage. Although of course I have problems, I solve them.

When I had a mother, I was a mama's boy. Then my mother died under unclear circumstances. Immediately I found myself here and I had to come to terms with a lot of things.

I had to stand up for myself in the group. No one was protecting me anymore.

Tales from childhood: Holidays in the city.

Hi, people! This is Timothy. I want to share with you one story. It happened when I was a teenager.

It was fall then. The other children at the orphanage had been taken away by relatives for the holidays, and I was left alone.

Then I realized I could go for a walk because no one would notice my absence. The adults wouldn't care! So, I decided to take advantage of this.

I took the necessary things and left the building. This was Friday. The weather was cloudy.

I rode on buses and trams. Everyone was in hurry. An hour and a half later I arrived in the center of a big city. And suddenly... it started raining heavily!

So, I ran into the subway. If it's raining outside, then I can be here. At the next station I saw my "blind love", she was playing the harp like an angel.

"Hi, how are you?" asked my neighbor.

"I live in an orphanage now." I said.

"Poor young man!" he said and sighed.

But I've already gotten used to this life. I enjoyed the freedom these past few days. I rode the metro. I ate a lot of different snacks. It was delicious!

Then the rain stopped and I went into city. I like the spot next to the fountain. I even put my hand in there. A passerby already gave me a sideways glance.

I remembered! I have to go back to the orphanage soon! I need to do this in advance.

I was late, but no one noticed.

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Tales from childhood: Blind love.

Good day to everyone reading these lines! It's me again, Timothy. I want to share with you one of the women I've loved.

I was still unattractive back then, and my ex-wife had already kicked me out. I had to live wherever I pleased. It was a difficult time. But that's when I met this beautiful and kind girl.

It happened in the center of a city. Everyone there was in a hurry.

"Hello, beauty!" I told her.

"Hi, young man!" the girl said without looking at me.

At that moment I realized that my new friend was blind. Yes, it was she who saw nothing and this beautiful girl didn't care how I looked.

I started talking to her more often, and that's how our friendship began. Back then, I felt free to walk around in front of my friend, doing whatever I wanted. It gave me confidence.

Then I fell in love with a blind girl because she was the one who valued my inner world. We often went to different places.

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Tales from childhood: Important woman in my life.

Hi, dear people! This is Timothy speaking to you, remember me? If you remember me, that's great, but if you've forgotten me, I'm the one who was orphaned as a child. Then I became ugly, and my wife left me. Now it's not so important.

I want to tell you a personal secret. I've had many relationships with different women in my life. My ex-wife was far from my first and last love.

Let me tell you about the most important woman in my life. My mother. In my early childhood, I was happy with this woman. She loved me then, and I still love my mother and always will.

I'm very similar to her, but when I was eight, my mother died. She was murdered. It's so hard for me to remember. Ah...

My father never lived with us, so I don't know him personally.

"Poor orphan!" said some girl.

But I've long since gotten used to my status. Besides, Sophie and her friends always support me.

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Tales from childhood: My mother.

Hi, dear readers! It's me, Timothy. I want to tell you another story from my life.

Many years ago, I had a mother. I lived with her then. I still love my mom.

I remember that back then we had white flowers and lots of toys in our house. I liked guns.

"Today we will go to the river and to the park," my mom said.

I loved these kinds of trips. I just remember it being wonderful.

Then... disaster happened!

To be continued.

Tales from childhood: Overcoming.

It was hard for me to live here. I longed for freedom. At the orphanage, no one valued me. They didn't see me as an individual.

"Do you want to go to the party with me?" my friend suggested it to me.

I knew no one would notice our absence, so I agreed. Besides, we were very bored, and the holidays were coming soon.

We dressed warmly and left quietly. Nobody even looked for us. It was snowing outside, and then the sun came out.

There were many different foods and drinks at the party. We ate, drank, and danced.

After a while, I realized that I was tired and fell asleep right in the corridor on the sofa.

"Timothy, come on, wake up, we're going home!" my friend said.

It was very hard for me, but I got up and they took us there in a car.

At the orphanage, Maria talked to me. I couldn't understand her, but only later did I understand everything.

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Tales from childhood: My first love.

Hello everyone! It's Timothy again. I want to tell you a story from my youth.

I was about 18 years old then. I fell in love with my teacher's daughter. This girl was only two months older than me. She had a very beautiful figure.

"Good morning!" I told her these words for the first time with a smile.

"Hello blondie!" she told me and waved her hand.

She might not even know my name, and I don't remember the name of my first love either.

I planned to meet her when all the adults had left and we could talk calmly. I was embarrassed then! She was the first girl I liked. She lived next room.

One day, completely by accident, I saw a girl through the crack in her room door... I saw her... I saw my first love sleeping. She was wearing only a nightgown.

I may have stood there for a few minutes, enjoying looking at my love. Then suddenly she turned around and I saw her true beauty.

"What are you doing here?" her friend asked me.

"Hm... I was just passing by," I answered with excitement.

Here my first love woke up and apparently already understood everything.

"How dare you!" she screamed.

Also, she slapped me on the left cheek, then on the right. Then I got a few more hard slaps.

"Serves you right, you deserve it!" said her friend.

That's how my first love ended. Several years later I moved out and married my now ex-wife.

Tales from childhood: Our migration.

Hi, this is Timothy! I want to tell you about my move to a new place.

This happened when Maria and I decided to come to the big city after graduating from the orphanage.

"I think it's better to live in that city than in ours," my sister Maria said.

"I'm of the same opinion, because there's more entertainment there," I said with confidence.

But when we arrived, everything turned out to be much more complicated. Things ran out quickly. Also, there were long lines in a new city. So after a while, we decided to go back.

"But we gained experience" Maria said.

"True, true" I said.

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Tales from childhood: Did I do the right thing?

"You must leave him! You're a young and beautiful woman, and your husband has become ugly! Such a person can ruin your whole life!" some woman in the city center said.

Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Timothy's ex-wife. The same "man without face" the rest isn't so important.

It's just that society put a lot of pressure on me. Everyone around me said that a woman and a small child shouldn't be with such a man. So, I decided to leave Timothy together with our daughter.

"You did the right thing. Timothy must live somewhere in the forest far from people." my neighbor said.

Also, I once overheard Mrs. Anne's conversation and she said that I was a traitor! I had to accept Timothy as he is and teach the child this. But that's it! There isn't longer such an opportunity!

"Your wife acted very meanly with you. She can't just up and leave!" Mrs. Anne told Timothy.

Well, please tell me, what should I have done?!

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Tales from childhood: My position.

Good evening, everyone! I'm Mrs. Anne. I often walk in a playground. My daughter and grandson walk there, too.

I'm already an old woman, so I often worry about my grandson when he runs somewhere or climbs a tree.

"Look where our boy went," I once said to my daughter.

"Mom, don't worry so much. He plays with other boys," she said.

I may be very nervous sometimes, but my grandson is an active child.

There was a case when he went onto the road and my daughter immediately took my grandson from there.

Also, I was worried about Timothy when he got into a trouble. For a while, the young man literally 'had no face'. But all the problems were resolved as I hoped.

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Tales from childhood: Our help for friend.

"I like talking with you," I told him.

"Natalie, thank you very much for supporting me," Timothy said.

I decided to talk with the young man when he wanted. My friend Sophie decided to support Timothy, too.

He is a real person, but no everyone believes in it.

Timothy had some difficulties a few years ago, then the problems were resolved. The young man was helped by his friends.

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Tales from childhood: Alone girl.

Hello, dear readers! I'm Maria. I want to tell you about my young years. 

I grew up in orphanage. The state raised me. Also, I found my distant relative Timothy in a foster family.

Now about the present. I'm the mother of my son. I have an adopted daughter, too. Her name is Angela. She is essentially an orphan, so we took Angela into our family.

"I was once a lonely little girl, but now I have found different friends," Angela said.

"It's very good!" I said with a smile.

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Tales from childhood: Imaginary friend.

Hi, people! I'm Angela. I like my new family. We are all friends with Timothy. He is a relative in this family.

There are people who think that Timothy isn't real. For example, my old family. But he is a real young man. Timothy had surgery.

He is a very good person. Timothy can tell funny stories and jokes. We all support him.

"Angela probably has an imaginary friend," my Mom said.

"It's all a child's imagination," my Dad said.

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Tales from childhood: My new events.

In this year I made important things yet.

Hello everyone. I'm Timothy. I spent my childhood in a foster family. Now I only keep touch with my sister Maria. My other siblings have all moved away. I don't know where they are.

A few years ago I went through a difficult time in my life. Many people didn't know about my real problem. The lady in red was the one who supported me.

"You're a good young man," she said with a kind smile.

"You have a very kind heart," I said.

Also, I knew personal secrets from this woman.

Tales from childhood: The mysterious state of the lady in red.

"I have a lot of work!" the woman in red said.

"You have for it enough time," Timothy said.

The lady in red went on a business trip to another city for a few days. Then she returned and started working in her city again.

One day she came to a party and was very cheerful there.

Sophie and her friends were surprised to see the woman in this state.

"I just want to relax after work," she said.

Tales from childhood: Who are you?

"Do you remember your childhood, parents or name?" Timothy asked the lady in red.

"No. I don't remember any of this." she answered.

Many people thought that this is very strange. Why does this woman not remember anything about herself? Maybe she forgot about it.

"This lady in red is too busy with work to remember her past." Sophie's mother said.

Meanwhile, Sophie and her friends thought that the woman in red had had such a hard life before that she had already forgotten everything.

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Tales from childhood: People and their secrets.

"I like green color, too," the lady in red said.

"This color is very beautiful," Timothy said.

"But this is our secret. Because in my job we dance in red colors," she said.

"Many different dances in red clothes are nice," Timothy said.

Sophie and Natalie had their favorite colors, too. But they told about it only to each other.

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Tales from childhood: Person's friend.

Angela felt that she didn't have any friends. It was very difficult for her.

"I want to have a good friend," she said.

"I recommend you a dog. These animals are nice pets and friends," Maria said.

Now, Angela had a dog as a friend. She walked every morning with her pet. Also, Angela taught her new friend.

"It really helps when very lonely," Timothy said.

Sophie was very glad that Angela had a good friend.

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