His soul

Georgina stood for a long time in front of the large fence of the Sanders family residence, the biological father's family that she had never seen. When Gina was still staring at the solidity of the building suddenly the large gate opened automatically and soon a black car came out of the house, Gina's eyes narrowed trying to look deeper into the person in the car that had just driven. in front of her.. However, it seems that Gina's efforts are in vain, because the glass from the car is made of quality materials that cannot be seen from the outside.

"You can live in luxury like this, but my mother lived in misery until she died," Gina said softly as the gates covering the Sanders' mansion began to close.

Gina had seen how big the house of her father's family was when the black luxury sedan came out, instead of being jealous, Gina was even more angry. She was angry with everyone in the house, especially her grandparents and her father, who had the heart to abandon her since she was a child.

Because her goal had been achieved, Gina decided to leave the place, she didn't want to be evicted by the security guards who were guarding her father's house. With slackless steps aimlessly Gina started walking down the sidewalk looking at the life of the inhabitants of Barcelona, ​​her new home. Gina wants to memorize the area where her father lives first, so that in the future she won't get into trouble. Even though she is a girl, Gina doesn't have the slightest fear. Armed with the martial arts skills she has learned for more than six years, Gina is very confident, especially when she speaks Spanish very fluently.

Gina walked among the little children who had just gotten off the bus, Gina smiled sadly when she saw the parents pick up their children who had just returned home. Both of Gina's eyes suddenly sting, Gina spontaneously raised her face to the sky to keep her tears from falling. Gina had sworn she would never cry again.

"What distinguishes humans from inanimate objects is our ability to cry, miss."

"Eh?"

A middle-aged woman who was just talking smiled at Gina.

"Cry if you want to cry, let out all your sadness if it can make you feel better," added the woman back with a friendly smile.

Gina smiled. "Thank you for entering, madame. I will remember it."

"Do not call Madame, I am not a madam. That title is too high for me, I am a servant and widow of a man accused of being a thief," said the woman again hoarsely.

Deg.

Gina smiled and grabbed the hand of the kind woman in front of her. "No Madame, every married woman deserves that title regardless of the job. So don't feel ashamed, please."

The middle-aged woman was silent for a while before she finally realized it when Gina started to go away and let go of her hands and got ready to leave. "What is your name, miss ..."

"Georgina, that is the name my mother gave me. All right then I will excuse you Madame, good afternoon." Gina lowered her head and immediately turned to leave the woman to continue her aimless journey.

The middle-aged woman who had just spoken to Gina smiled when she saw Gina leave, all her life working as a waitress, this time there was a young girl who spoke kindly to her. After Gina disappeared from her sight, the woman then continued her steps towards the direction Gina had just left.

"Looks like I'll ... heiiii ..."

Georgina shouted loudly as a man pushed her aside and almost knocked her down if only didn't immediately grab onto a nearby lamppost.

"Clear the streets, Mr. Massimo doesn't like looking at dirty sidewalks."

What? Dirty? Humans walking on sidewalks is called dirty.

"No sis, they are bad people. You don't fight it or you will get hurt," said the little boy in a faint voice.

Gina frowned. "Bad people?"

Continued