Fond memories flooded his mind as he stood staring at the walls that were heavily covered by sketches, doodles, and scribbling.
He was just a newborn when the orphanage had found him – one among the many who had been deserted by their parents at birth.
Today, he was a famous footballer, but he never let the money and fame make him forget his roots.
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