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~Asher~
I didn't get her name. Even though I had comfortably shared out information about my life with her, I ended up leaving without getting any from her. Not even her name.
That day would have ended with my death if she hadn't come to my rescue. I was hanging on a fence, between a home for orphans and death. I was just a child who was bearing the consequences of being born by mistake.
My mother had a nightstand with a billionaire and refused an abortion, leaving him no choice but to marry her.
I was the product of that mistake.
All my life, I always knew I wasn't supposed to be born. My stepmother, Margaret, would always show me just how unwelcomed my mother and I were.
Living with the Walton gave me a bittersweet experience. Even though I had a lot of love fr
