I loved the childhood

baby was the child he didn't want. I can't love you in the dark It feels like we're so far away There's so much space between us Adele - Love in the dark Chapter 1 I looked up at the tall iron gate, with a sumptuous coat of arms at the top, where a solitary letter, F, stands it stood out proudly over the shapes below, which resembled everything from wolves and dragons to blooming flowers. I didn't really understand the importance of a surname or a coat of arms until I saw how small and unimportant that simple piece of iron made me feel. My family didn't have a coat of arms. Honestly, I didn't even have a family. I was the nuisance that was thrown back and forth between relatives, so I can't consider myself anyone's family. — Hello — a tall, old man appeared at the end of the garden. He looked at me with simple curiosity as I tried to arrange my messy hair behind my ears. — How can I help you? — SINE sent me for the babysitting position — I told him, almost shouting, as the distance between us remained greater than my vocal strength. The man nodded. He turned around and then the gate started to make noise. An intimidating creak that made my heart race. Almost like a horror movie, I realized that every step I took towards the mansion seemed to take me into a haunted movie. — You could have rang the intercom — the man smiled at me. I realized he was a man in his sixties or seventies. He dressed like the butlers in movies that were shown in the afternoon. — If I hadn't noticed her standing there, I would have been waiting for hours. I smiled at him, embarrassed to say that I was debating whether or not to ring the intercom. The truth is that I needed to work, as I have always needed since I turned eighteen and the small pension I received from my mother was cut by the government. Still, the place unnerved me and I almost backed away. - What is your name? — he asked. — Maria Eduarda — I extended my hand to shake him. — Fiuza — I completed. He hardly used his last name. When I was four years old, my mother was in a car accident. She was admitted to the hospital for a few days, and then passed away. My father disappeared shortly after, saying he couldn't take care of a child alone. I found out years later that he already had another woman, and she didn't want the responsibility of a child. I stayed at an aunt's house until I was seven, when she got tired and said that the other relatives also had an obligation. So, throughout my childhood and adolescence, I wandered between the homes of uncles who didn't want me. My changes hindered my learning and I couldn't even graduate from high school. When I turned eighteen, the aunt who took me in after I was seventeen said I needed to mind my own business. So, I looked for a job. I was a maid for five years for a lady who had a little girl. I wasn't paid to take care of the girl, but I did because I discovered she loved children.