"What's your name?"
"I... I can't remember..."
"Ha, she can't even remember her own name? Only bastards don't have names, she must be the result of her mom and dad messing around. How pitiful that her own parents don't even want her."
"We all have mothers and fathers, and you don't, so you don't belong here."
The little girl huddled in the corner, numbly staring at a crowd of taunting faces of children.
She had forgotten her name and past, her parents and relatives, she didn't even know if she had parents.
In fitful sleep each night, she dreamt of a woman's gentle embrace and the scent of mint, voices calling her, little sister...
Daylight brought endless humiliations and insults.
In the orphanage, every orphan was eager to be adopted, longed for a family and affection.
A particularly beautiful and well-behaved young girl would undoubtedly stand out among the competition.
