Mona, a 12-year-old girl who has always felt like an orphan, grows up selling hot dogs and sausages, believing she has no family and no surname to call her own.
But everything changes when she discovers that she does have a family-one far larger th...
I was always always a romantic person, like hopelessly romantic. I still am and nothing will change that. A guy being possessive over you, loving you so very much, trying to give you the world. I am a very romantic person. But when I came across op brothers books, I realized that love can happen in many ways. Like big brothers (I'm the oldest of my siblings, so I don't have the big brother). But through these books, I always imagine if having a big brother. So yeah that's why I put more emphasis on bro and sis relationship..nothing is important than that. I also want to steal my big bro's clothes, but I can't. I do steal snacks though.
I'm still hopelessly romantic though. You know when I was small, let's just say 5 or 4, I used to think that a boy is staring at me from my window with love and when we get older we get married. It's like in my blood😁. So yeah, I'm a very romantic person. I've been single since I was born🤣🤣🤣. Anyways enough of my talk. You enjoy.
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Mona's pov
Today I woke up with a different feeling. I don't know. I'm excited, nervous.
Why am I excited? I hadn't got Chris Hemsworth in my dream, neither I got Joey's food.
Why am I excited then, and most of all
WHY AM I NERVOUS?!?!
it's not like my results are coming out? Or am I a princess just like in princess diaries?
That could happen. Not.
I sigh maybe...I don't know.
I should race with horses, with the way I'm running my mind. I get out of my very old and very breakable bed into the small bathroom. I brush my teeth and get ready to sell hot dogs..again.
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I left my hair open. I like them open. My driver comes on time. Thank God. Then we proceed.
It's almost 10 am, am I'm almost dehydrating.
Maybe I should have a shake or something. I was about to go when I saw our orphanage caretaker, Britney. She is a middle-aged woman, with few white hairs pointing out, her face as stern as I've ever seen.
Sometimes I wonder if she's a robot.
She comes towards me and behind her I see few people shedding tears, looking at me.
Am I looking, that bad, today?
"Hi, dear, could you please you please come with me for a second?" She says.
