[CONTENTID1] ➵ yeri [/CONTENTID1]

[CONTENTID2] My name is Yeri. I'm 21 years old. I don't have a surname because... I'm an orphan. I don't know about my parents at all. Nothing. I grew up in an orphanage. People said I was abandoned. I was left outside the orphanage randomly and was only found the next morning. The headmistress said I was unconscious when they found me and went they spoke to me, they found that I had a memory loss. I didn't know my name. I didn't know my age. I didn't know anything. The headmistresses named me a few days later and... gave me an age? I don't know how it worked but headmistress took care of it all. Some of the children said my parents were wanted criminals who were killed in jail while others said they were honourable people who died doing good deeds. I used to care a lot about what people said about my parents and defended them against the accusations from the other kids at the orphanage till I would cry. But as I grew up, I realised I knew nothing about them and they could really actually be criminals for all I know. And I guess one day I just stopped caring so much.

I am me.

My education was funded by the orphanage but for some reason, I was never adopted. That made me really upset. Up till I was 10, I stayed in a room with three other girls. All three of them were adopted and I never saw them again. I left the orphanage when I turned 18. Even though I don't know my parents, I'm thankful to be born a normal child w