Those words completely broke the little affection I still had for my parents. Without looking back, I walked straight into the orphanage.
I never thought that the son of the richest man in the city would throw a tantrum about wanting a sister, and when he came to the orphanage, he picked me the moment he saw me.
At that time, I was pinning down a boy who had bullied me and beating him up.
“This little sister is really something else. I can tell right away she’s meant to be my sister.”
And just like that, I became the child of the richest family.
“You’ve got such a bad temper. All these years, you haven’t even called us once. But I know, deep down, you still think of your parents.”
“Otherwise, why would you have personally knitted a scarf for me? You still care about your mom and dad.”
I almost laughed.
A large part of the orphanage’s expenses came from donations, including those from the Romero family. Every year, the orphanage sent handmade gifts as a token of thanks.
When I first came to the orphanage, I knitted a scarf only to complete an assigned task. The dean must have taken it and claimed it was made especially for them, hoping they would take me home.