The Orphanage: Creative Writing

Hope to many is all you need when things gate tough, a ray of hope that the days that follow that one will be the day that you meet your breakthrough, probably someone will come along to help or probably you will figure out the hard task somehow, so they hold to that ray of hope. Sister Lucy was one of the people that held to this belief. She kept telling me that things will get better someone will always want me but those who wanted me they never wanted me for long because they will always return me less than a weak.

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As I drove down the road to Sister Mary's 70th birthday, my mind went back to that charismas that changed my view of what hope means. We were all busy preparing for the Christmas. Everyone was expected even sister Magdalene who was in charge of the orphanage looked happy. Sister Magdalene never seems to be in the happy mood, but this Christmas looked different she even congratulated the girls who had decorated the front door. Though the weather was a little cold than other Christmas, we could not complain since we were lucky enough to have a roof over our head on this snowing season and a fireplace to warm our cold bodies.

Sister Mary come around instructing different people on how to hang the Christmas decor. She bends near a small girl who was standing near the fireplace and after whispering something to each other, she lifted the little girl above her head so that she could place the teddy bear near the roof of the fireplace. When she looked towards my direction I looked away but and when I was contemplating about dashing into the other side of the room, she called me and handed me a box full of red decor.

"Put your height to some use," she said lightly then walked away.

"Ooh no I grounded." But she did not turn to look at me.

I was the tallest boy in the orphanage something that was a beneficial feature in the orphanage because it gave me an upper hand with the older boy. During my time of meditation in the chapel, I would always wonder from which parent I got my tall height genus from

"Probably my farther but then again my mum could have been tall are probably both were tall," I told myself, but then again I would never find.

As I started hanging out this different decor, I kept wondering how it could have been if they were parents that would have ever wanted me long enough. I had been in three foster homes before I always ended up being returned before the end of the week. The first parents said

"He is not cooperating; he is just in his world."

The second family said

"He is too lazy he I won't make it in this life with this level of laziness."

The last parents said

"He is too violent he might end up in prison."

After they had dumped me outside the orphanage I had walked back in the orphanage feeling like a weakling and that I had no value in myself.

Just then I heard the voice of my best friend talking to me all along I had not realized that she was standing there. Judy had arrived the day after I had been returned to the orphanage by the last group of foster parents. She was a petite girl that wore her hair in a tight ponytail and shorts the look was completed with a pair of round glasses. She never said much always spending time on her own just like I did. Her parents had died from a road accident, and her relatives divided her parent's wealth and then brought her to the orphanage.

"You don't have to be sad thing will always work themselves out." She would say to me when I was having a gloomy day when hers was darker than mine.

After we had done decorating, we went outside to play. Judy and I sat at the wall of the fountain in the backyard. After building store man we just sat there arguing about varies topics. Judy thought that men should also be made to wash utensil but being male I thought that men should be involved with other activities such as gardening and not house choice. As the argument gained momentum, Tim called Judy and told her Sister Magdalene was calling her. Her face went pale before she runs towards the door.

After sometime she emerged looking confused with sister Magdalene behind her. She then started running towards my direction. When she reached where I was she looked at me with coldness and confused eyes she informed me that her aunt had come to pick her from the orphanage. My heart sunk, my vision blurt, my heart raised and I started feeling nausea

"Are you sure about this?" I asked her hoping this was just a big joke.

"Sister Magdalene says I have to leave with her I don't want to go I want to stay here with you with the rest of the people...." I never heard what she said on their own. I could not believe that my best friend was leaving me. I shot towards my room and locked the door. I could not believe the lady who believed in me when I didn't believe in myself was leaving.

"If you don't want me to leave I will stay." Her voice comes through the crack in my door.

For a moment I thought to myself that I should tell her to stay but then I thought I had my shoots with the foster parents but her she had not had a chance to have a family since the death of her parents. Though I didn't want her leaving I should allow her a chance to have a family.

"I will miss you, but you have to go," I whispered to her as I opened the door. She stood there looking lost.

"But then..."

"No Judy you should leave you should be allowed to have a chance to know what family love feels like and besides I will always be at the orphanage you could always visit." For a moment I though myself a Here. If Sister Mary could have heard that she would have given me a trophy for being selfless.

"Don't worry things will be all right. She hugged me and then she took off.

When she left, I tried my best to get on with life, but I knew I would always miss her. I understood that she helped me when I was at my lowest. Sister Mary seemed to have noticed that nothing was the same, so she kept checking on me and giving me tasks just to keep me busy.

On Christmas Eve I was standing at the fountain imagining how much fun we could be having if Judy was around. I heard the other playing in the orphanage the lights were light and it looked just early.

"Andrew!I heard her calling me, but then I didn't look up from the fountain water I was playing I thought I was daydreaming again.

Andrew, I heard her call me this time I turned and there she was looking at me with excited eyes.

"Judy, what are you doing here," I asked as I went to hug her.

"You said I could always come here if I wanted to see you." She whispered in my ear as I hugged her. I then looked into her eyes, and she looked exhausted.

"What is happening with you?" I asked critically examining her

"I will tell you later, but for now let's go in I am freezing." I took her by the hand, and together we run inside to join others.

When we walked into the room, Sister Mary called me and asked.

"What did you ask Santa for this year Andrew?"

"I didn't ask for anything."

"Yet he delivered."

"I don't understand," I said to her

"Sometimes Andrew you don't have to ask for something because you will always receive the most important things that you need." She said and walked away to join a group of small children.