The impudence of the aunt knows no limit

My parents were lost in a road accident when I was eight years old. About this tragedy I everyday tone was reported by my aunt. After that she added that now I should move to her. Besides me it had two native sons. Therefore she paid all the attention of. She only shouted at me at the slightest pretext. In half a year I simply bothered it. After that it handed over me in orphanage. Still I remember this day. I begged her not to do it, but my tears did not make on her any impression. Shortly understood that has to concentrate on study...