I own nothing but my own original characters in this story.

I have always been curious about numerous things, especially the big question for an orphan, "My mother and father?" Some of the children here were told everything about their parents, but whenever I asked throughout the years I was always slapped in the face and told there was nothing for me to hear on that subject.

Getting older I began to think of what my parents were like. Just a simple farm couple? A couple living in the middle of Berlin? Maybe they were rich? Maybe they were poor? Did they leave me here to protect me or get rid of me? Or the worse question of all, were they dead? I never learned the truth of my situation until I got in trouble for the strangest thing, kissing a girl.

Lisbeth was possibly the prettiest girl in the orphanage. Even though she was only four years younger than I, twelve to be exact, I could not deny that her wavy, long, blonde hair even made me shudder through my entire body. I could tell she had a fondness for me as well and one day she decided to act upon it, pulling me into the corner of the bedroom.

"Do you think I'm pretty Josef?"

"Yes I do Lisbeth, but what are we doing here?"

"I want you to kiss me."

I dropped my jaw at her comment. "What? Why would I want to kiss you?"

"Because you think I'm pretty and when boys think girls are pretty, they kiss them and they kiss them on the mouth."

"Lisbeth you're crazy! How do you even know that fact?"

"When I see the people in love go out and walk. They are always kissing each other."

"They're probably married."

"What makes you think they are all married?"

"Because Frau Van Wig says only married people kiss when they are in love."

"Well I think it's silly that we would have to wait until we are married to kiss each other."

"Lisbeth, we're going to be in so much trouble."

"If you won't kiss me Josef then I will." And just like that she feverously pulled on my shirt and pressed her lips to mine. The tingling feeling came to me again and at first I wanted to move away, but something in my head told me that I needed to relax and so I closed my eyes.

That's when we got caught. In stormed Frau Van Wig and she pulled my hair so hard that I broke free from Lisbeth. Lisbeth screamed and Frau Van Wig slapped her on her left cheek.

"Has the Devil taken over your heads!" she screamed at us and then to Lisbeth she said, "How do you even know what this is supposed to mean! You'll become a future harlot on the streets if you keep that behavior up young lady." Lisbeth cried and ran upstairs to the playroom. Then she turned to me.

"As for you, will you ever learn your lesson? If your parents did I wouldn't have to deal with you right now!"

I was highly confused. "What lesson? I don't think I have learned anything about what you're talking about."

"Precisely. "

"Well how can I learn a lesson if you won't teach me?"

"Teach! TEACH! As God as my witness that will be THE last thing I would ever do on this Earth!" She slapped me, harder than she slapped Lisbeth. Then she walked towards the door about to close it and she spoke to me before I heard the thudding of the doors,

"There's a reason why you're a bastard."