An Orphans Story
AN ORPHAN’s STORY:
“The hardest part of being an orphan is trying to remember… trying to remember how everything happened, but it just went by too fast. I sit up at night sometimes trying to put the pieces together, but it’s like putting together a puzzle without the picture on the box… I can only remember bits of my old life, a flash back here and there, but it doesn’t feel real. It doesn’t feel like my life, or anything connected to me.
The more I remember the more alone I feel.
And then, there is the night before it happened. I was sobbing. Not because I was afraid of them, or because I was afraid of being rejected, but because finally that one humiliating facet of my identity was being washed away. Because in that instant that I met my mom and dad, and they hugged me for the first time, I was no longer an orphan.
No longer an orphan. For the first time, in my life, I had parents. And I know that some people will say that it doesn’t change anything, but for me it changed everything. Because that was who I was. And that’s no longer who I am.
I can still remember that moment the night before we met. That night, the last night that I was an orphan. I remember me sitting on the porch steps outside the orphanage, doubled over and crying harder than I’ve cried in a long time. Because I was so glad to say goodbye to that part of me. That moment made me happy, and has made me happy ever since. The amazing thing is, I’ve had a chance to say hello to something better, something wonderful… Did it change my life? For me – it changed everything… inside and out.”
Do You Have Hope To Give?
The name “orphan” itself evokes sorrow and sympathy. A baby without a mother… there is no sadder thought. Like the story above, these two beautiful girls live an awful, lonely, and dejected life. They are not blind to the fact that they are orphans. They do not daydream about kings and queens, castles and crowns. They daydream about the day they will have a normal family.