Well, how do I put this?
You know those signs on things that are obvious? Stuff like don't dive in a kiddie pool. Signs like that were made because of stupid people like my mom, especially the ones on the diaper changing tables that say "don't leave your child unattended."
Manager Amalya says that my mom walked in with a diaper bag and left without one. Yeah, that's right, my mom went into the girls restroom with a diaper bag with $500 in cash, enough baby stuff to fill it to the brim. Oh, and one more thing: Me. And she left all of it in there.
My real family is the Cream Kingdom staff of the years 2000-2017. I've been here for years. Today is my birthday (well, found you in the bathroom day); the big 18. The staff here has always been there for me. I was found by Amalya, and she felt sorry for me right away, remembering the days of her childhood. Amalya is like my mom now. My real mom.
My name is Anthony, but my family calls me Beef, because I was left at a burger restaurant (Cream Kingdom). I go to the local high school, which isn't that far from the shopping center where Cream Kingdom is. Life is pretty easy, except for the occasional "where's your parents?" I always use the same excuse "they're on vacation." And if that doesn't work, Amalya is my go to as a "parent."
It's always funny when we get new staff, the way their mouths hang open while I drop the "I'm an abandoned child" story. When it gets to closing time, I ask everyone if they can give me a place to crash.
Mostly, I crash at Amalya's, where I get some nice food. My favorite part about Amalya's is it always smells so nice, and she always makes me feel like I'm her kid. She's the only one who takes me. Otherwise, I crash in the store until morning.
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HumorAt a young age Anthony was separated from his mother, now he lives his days telling his unbelievable story.
