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Mayu

Ghost Of Who I Was
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Eden Fox was the kind of girl who understood the people, though she had never had a hard day in her life. She was rather unique, her father Joseph Fox was the most successful entrepreneur in New York City. And her father was actually rather kind, he did not look down to people which was very odd since ninety nine percent of the time were ass holes that did not give a shit about anyone but themselves, but her father told her a story of his childhood.

He was homeless for a few years, and accidentally bumped into a rich man when he was sixteen. He took her father under his wing and taught him everything, fed him and clothed him. So that was why he actually cared, though he says a lot of the time that he was glad he was homeless. So once he became successful that he did not forget where he came from. And he taught his daughter all those years growing up, making sure that she did not look down on people.

Eden was happy that her father taught her like this, and she actually donated four years of her allowance money she got growing up. Making a few homeless shelters around the city. Which unfortunately she knew ran out of room, but at least she was someones hope. The only really selfish things she ever asked for, was perhaps a laptop and a rather simple looking silver car. Looked like a sports car, but wasn't just simple and nice.

But everything started to get more serious after her father took sick, they told him he only had a couple of weeks. Cancer was taking over every cell in his body, until her father lapsed into a coma and after a month she pulled the plug. Something she regrets even to this day, but she did what she had to. Now at the age of nineteen, no friends and no boyfriend she was out trying to enjoy herself. And found some homeless people around.

Eden was known to many homeless people as a generous goddess, though she requested to the people to please just treat her like a normal person. Hence why she would give money around five thousand to who she saw. Sticking her hands in her black long winter jacket she sighed a bit. Her black hair up in a bun and out of her way, her stormy eyes pretty much meeting how the weather was. She was humming something to herself.
 
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