Hi, my Name is ~~~~~~~ or should I say it was.

I was 2 when my father died due to cancer, and after that due to trauma my mother also passed away. I was raised by a lady in an orphanage she was like my mother and when I was 18, I started working in a Company as a software developer. I can't say I was living a good life, because when I joined the lady died in an accident and the little I know that the company that I joined was a black company they made me work for more than 48 hours without getting a single break. It was like I was a slave to them, and the pay was also very less but to survive I had no choice, so I continued to work there.