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: 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: 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: 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: 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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