8 years living in paying for abandoned children

Diploma, I am a body alone scarf wrapped into the University of Saigon, where the bustling urban life has made her the travellers become strange and do not know yourself, I've adapted very quickly. Because the lovely pretty well should I be much welcome hunters.

Between the first semester I got word of love a city guy, I'm learning 3. It is a wealthy man, cool and thoroughly love my afternoon. I loved him without pity with you something. 18 year old girl I was then still too fond, zany when believe love is all.

During the past 8 years I am always paying no end of his sin.

One day last year I found myself pregnant, he's getting me rid of the baby. Because too scared so I cry, I locked myself in the room did not dare to look at anyone. Also from there you lover does not appear anymore, he quit I do not mourn, though I have new world would also just nonsense.

Owls stumble early life left in me so much bitterness and hurt, because the child is too big so I don't have the courage to break. I would reserve the results and the Western about a baby, then I leave you in front of orphan feeding centre in the city.

Remote stand looking at my son crying my heart cramps, I'm too young to order parenting, also can not let people know a new girl over the age of 19 had children. Turn your step that I hear in both a Sun storm.

Go light a couple of years, I graduated in pedagogy and the country-level teacher. I have not yet once back orphan Center to look at you, by I know I don't deserve to be a mother. Several nights awake, my nostalgia in me just devastating high. Yet during the past 8 years I forget baby eyes looked at me when I take off the step. Until now I still can't come up with one for the complete loss of faith in the man.

A few months ago I brought my mother into the city heal, I look to the center of the orphans as a people do. I learn and know my son had previously been adopted in a wealthy families rarely late, but a few years ago my son's adopted parents were killed in a traffic accident. I was sent back to the orphanage and currently has three classes.

I see his cramps alone sitting in the corner of the yard, my face not my feelings do I find myself was the worst in the world. Family, friends, colleagues, does anyone know of my past. I have to be near you and to offset his sins? Should I tell the truth to my family to welcome you back or lie to get you adopted?=