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.
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