Hello, my name is Savanna Greensky, and I'm a college student in a city called Wan Yark. This city is one of the most prosperous in Arlondia, the country of the poorest people in the world. Will you ask me: Then why are you the main character of the story? Then let me tell you: because I'm the only daughter of the poorest family in this city, or maybe even the whole country, that's how poor my family is. But you know what? Even tho I'm from this poor family, I'm the owner of the most popular restaurant in the whole world: Devine Ascension. Every rich person in the world wants to get to eat in my restaurant, but can't get the chance because of its high competition among the customers. Even presidents and owners of conglomerates and the biggest companies owners would have to bow down to me to get the chance to eat there, because I'm not only the owner of the restaurant, but also it's chef!

I don't like to boast about my status, my money, my fame. Most people in the world who get to know about me and my success, start wanting to become me, have my success, fame, money. They always say: The owner probably is just another rich guy who was born with a diamond spoon and got help and support from their family. Well, even if it was true, what's bad about receiving help from family if it's possible to? I don't know what's shameful about being able to help someone who's in need of this help... Well if you want to know how everything started, then please follow me to the past, when I was only 9 and a half years old.

11 years ago. Arlondia, Wan Yark.

-Hey, mom! What can I eat today? I'm hungry😕 (9.5 y.o Savanna Greensky)

-Sorry, dear. Today we have only a loaf of bread that is a bit hard and 1L of cold ice water from the muddy well...

-Again? Why are we only eating a loaf of bread every day? Why can't we buy some rice from the wandering merchant? Even if spend a bit of money, then we would still have a bit of coins left to repair at least the roof of the house... I'm not saying about buying chicken meat, as it's too expensive for our budget, just a bit of rice...

-I'm sorry dear, as your mother I'm ashamed😔 Your father left us when you were 2, and from then on, I couldn't provide you with a decent environment for you to grow up... I'm such a bad parent😢 I'm sorry, dear, I'm so sorry 😢😢

-No! I'm sorry mom. I know you're having a very hard time earning money for both of us to eat and live, and here I am, whining over food. That's very insensible of me. I'm sorry. I just...

-I know. You just want to live a better life, eat better and more delicious food, and not worry about money and housing... Don't worry, one day, I'm sure your dream will come true. Goddess Laitefia will surely hear our prayers and help us

As our country is the poorest in the world, you can imagine the conditions of life here. Even though the city I live in is one of the richest in the country, if you compare it with the poorest villages in other countries it would seem Heaven there for others.

Of course, we have schools here, but the conditions are worse than worse... We have exchanges with schools from other countries, but, every time the period for exchange comes, the students from other countries would throw a tantrum about not wanting coming here. This I heard from our teachers, while they were talking between themselves.

One time, when a student came to my class, I went up to him and began the conversation.

-Hello. I'm Savanna Greensky, you can call me Anna or Sky. What about you?

-... Get away from me. You stink, *****.

I was shocked. I was on the verges of crying after hearing such words. I came wanting to befriend him but all I heard was that I'm a ***** and that I stink? That hurt me so much, that I went straight to the medical office and stayed there until the classes ended that day, while crying.

After the classes ended, I braced myself and went to the classroom to take my things back and go home. Can you guess what I saw? My bag was torn, while my books and papers for writing were on the floor, stepped on them... I couldn't stand anymore and fell on my knees while crying over my things. How can I explain to my mother what happened to me and my things? How can I tell her that the bag she worked so hard for a year for to buy it for me for school was torn? I couldn't get myself to leave the classroom, and so I stayed there for 2 hours while crying.

After 2 hours I got up and went home. I was trying to make up a story that would explain my mother how and why everything was torn and dirty, but sadly, I didn't have the chance to explain, because my mother died that day at her work.

My mother was a sunshine person. She was always trying to smile in front of me, even tho she was crying alone in the night, when she thought I was sleeping. She worked on 5 jobs, just to earn money to raise me and try to give me a better future. From 5 AM till 8.30AM she worked in a kitchen while doing dishes, from 9AM till 12.30PM she was a waitress in a host club, from 1PM till 3.30PM she was selling fruits in a shop, from 4PM till 7.30PM she worked as a delivery man for a soup restaurant, and from 8PM till 11.30PM she worked as a hostess in a club. After that, she was coming home at 12AM and went straight to bed, and woke up again the next day at 4.30AM for her to be at 5AM at work. She didn't have time for herself at all. All she did, was working all week, earning money to sustain our family. She didn't like talking about my father. Perhaps, he was a bad person, because he left me and my mother when we were in need of a man at those times. It was very hard without him. My mother had to become a mother and a father figure for me, because she always thought that it was her fault that I was growing up without a full family. Little did she know that I've never, even once thought about him. All I ever wanted was for us to live happily together, even if we didn't have much money. However, this dream of mine is now futile, as she left this world already.

When I came to her job place, I saw her covered in blood. She got in an accident because she was sleepy on her bike, and a car ran over her. She died on place. As I saw her body, I couldn't control myself and burst in tears while falling on my knees.

-Why!!! Oh, Goddess Laitefia, why did you do this to my mother?! Why!!! She was always saying that the Goddess would protect us, even the poorest of poorest people, because we are her children, and the Goddess in benevolent to all her children. Then tell me WHY!! Why did you take my only family from me!! WHY!!!

As I couldn't hear a response I just sat there while bawling my eyes out. After 2 hours, the employer told me to take already her corpse back, as it hinders his business. I was shocked at the cruelty of the people. How can they be so cruel to a child of only 6 years who just lost their last family member. Do you know what happened after a week? Some unknown man from a rich family from our city came to my house, and told me that they'd like to adopt me as their child. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Why now? Who is he? Is he a bad person that wants to sell me off for money?

These aren't thoughts a normal 10 y.o child should have, but life taught me that everything in this world is cruel, and the most cruel and bad thing in the world are humans themselves.

As I was saying earlier, a week later after my mother passed away during work, a man from the richest family in our city, came to my house asking to adopt me.

-Mister, I'm sorry, but who are you? How do you know where I live? Did you spy on me before?

-...😐 what a peculiar child... Hello. My name is Radansen Topoliev, and I'm the owner of the child care facility of this city. I heard about your tragedy, so I came to offer to take care of you until you come of age.

-I don't need your care or pity. I'll be fine on my own. Do you know why? Because I'm the daughter of the woman who worked on 5 jobs all years to support her daughter and herself, because her irresponsible husband left their family, and went to find rich Sugar-mommy to escape from this poor life. Go back from where you came from. I don't need your help, nor care. Goodbye.

The man was left shocked in front of the closed door. He couldn't believe that a 10 y.o child, moreover a girl, said those things.

-I should look after this girl from behind, said he in a quiet voice.

As I couldn't work at 5 jobs like my mother, and I had to go to school, I decided to work on just 2 jobs. I went for an interview, and after hearing my story, the employers accepted me for work. I worked from 5AM till 8AM by sending magazines to doorsteps, then I was at school from 9AM till 3.30PM, after I worked from 4PM till 7PM in a café near my school as a waitress, and after finishing my work and study day, I went home and from 8PM till 12AM I prepared my food for the next day and did my homework. Going to bed at 12AM and sleeping till 4.30AM I woke up, and the days repeated themselves. It was very tiring, but what choice did I have? I had no one to rely on, I had to eat food to survive and study so that I could have at least a smaller chance on finding a better job in the future.

In school, after my tragedy happened, I had no one talking to, because the guys who came for exchange, talked others into no talking to, saying they'd get a contagious desire called "poorness", and it's a disease that's impossible to cure. While everyone was laughing, not wanting to mess with them, I was paying close attention to classes. Between classes, I was trying to do the homework for the next day, and after school ended, I went straight to my job. My bag, which my late mother gave me, I bought a sewing kit, and tried to repair it, and luckily, after some work on it, I could use it again for going to school and work. Thank you mother for your precious gift🙏 May your soul rest in peace.

While I was working in Cafe, there were times, when clients tried to harass me, and luckily, my coworkers and chef were good people, so they helped me escape those situations. While working there, I developed love for culinary, and at home, I tried to improvise some dishes that I saw in Cafe. Well, the first times, weren't very successful, but still edible, which was good, as I couldn't afford to throw out precious products. Still, after 2 weeks of trying, the taste became better and better, and when I showed my chef what I did, I was promoted from a waitress to an assistant in the kitchen. I was very happy with this promotion, because I could learn new recipes, I didn't have to interact with those rude costumers, and my rang and pay became better.