Chap 4

Knock, knock! Huh someone is knocking my door. “Ohhh Mr Harris, are you free now?” From her sound, I guess that is Jamie or Jaime, oh whatever. “Errr I guess so!” I answered. “Great, I was getting a bit bored here so do you mind going out for a drink?” Jamie or Jaime is new the staff who volunteered herself to work in this place. I hardly know her because I only talk to her once and that’s when she accidentally bumped into me, and I have to admit that I have forgotten her name. But one thing that really question me is that, why would she ask me out for a drink? I am not close to her and she is not close to me! Maybe this is what they called ‘being friendly’. “Errrmmmm I guess….ok!” Am I doing the right thing? “How about Stanley’s café? I heard people said the coffee is nice!” she asked.

“Well errrr… sure. Ok!” From my tone, I can hear that I am very nervous each time I answer her but don’t blame me for that because I had been living alone all this while, and of course my social skill is bad.

In the end I have no choice but to go out with her! So is that a good thing or a bad thing?

chap 3

As soon as I reach my room, I lay on my bed and start to think about the past. The autumn wind had refreshed my mind again. It’s been 8 years since I was saved and brought into this orphan house. Orphan? Huh am I an orphan? No, I think they made a mistake. I still have a family and they are somewhere outside of this place. I am sure my parents are still alive and they will come and find me soon, just…soon. My life hasn’t changed much. I am still suffering depression and rejection. Though I am no longer a slave to anyone but still, I am…alone! I just felt very empty in this world and I don’t know why I am still live on. I can do nothing and I worth nothing! Why Death didn’t take me along with him at that time? And what’s the meaning of “Not Yet!”? Well, all I know is that I have been living here for 8 years and most of the orphans from my batch have been adopted except for me. “Sorry but I don’t think I want my child to be blind because I can’t afford it. It will take too much of my time just to take care of it.” I was hiding in a corner and cried when I heard that. “Why me? Why it has to be me?” I will cry an ask myself. But it’s true; you can hardly find people that will adopt a handicap child. Again, I was…rejected.