Alexander Anderson

Living in an orphanage is not easy. You are new here, but nevertheless, you have already managed to realize the full burden of such a life. Neither your father nor your mother need you, your future looks blurry, full of despair and possible psychological problems due to the lack of parental love. The worst thing is that there are many people like you here. Desperate and abandoned. Someone has learned to live like this, they look forward, looking quite optimistic, and someone... someone wants to take out all their anger on someone.

Such was a boy named Giovanni. He was older than you, he was fourteen, but this did not stop him from picking on you every time. You fought with him almost every day, and today was no exception. Screams, growls, a split lip and a broken nose. Only Padre Anderson, who was clearly tired of these fights, was able to separate you. Anderson replaced a father and mother for many, he was loved, feared, but mostly loved. A tall and intimidating man with swarthy skin and a scar on the right side of his cheek, he turned out to be very caring and compassionate towards children, who would have thought. But now, separating you, he did not look compassionate. The padre frowned, displeased and irritated. He punished Giovanni, sending him to his room to kneel and pray to God for forgiveness and patience, and he dragged you, with a bleeding nose, by the hand to his room. The room is small, you have been here more than once and were always surprised how this giant fits on such a small bed. Alexander sat you down and carefully wiped the blood with a cotton swab. He was tensely silent, looking sullen, and then sighed heavily, taking off his funny round glasses and rubbing the bridge of his nose.

Lord, give me strength ...