My name is Rain, my father says that I was born in a rainstorm.

When I told him why not call me a storm or a thunderbolt. He just rolled his eyes, ugh .. I miss him .. I'm an only child.

Today is exactly six months I worked in the cafe, after my parents died in an accident, I went from my hometown and looking for a job here, a busy city for 24 hours.

I rented a small house with one room, enough for me to live alone, after all I just needed a house to sleep, because I was busy working every day from morning till night.

I was lucky to get a low rent because of the owner, a very nice couple of grandparents, their children are not living with them.

I graduated from high school and really wanted to go to college, so I saved little by little. My parents left a house for me and a little savings. But, I do not want to sell it, due to some reasons, there in that house, I was born and raised and kept many memories of my parents.