Orphanage

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The porridge in front of us was going cold and the chopsticks still sat there untouched. Water filled my eyes as I took a sip of orange juice to try and stop it from coming out.

"Sweetie, I'm sorry", my dad's croaky voice hits me hard, he's been crying last night again. "I know this is a very irresponsible action for me to be doing at this time, but..." He pauses for a minute, his hand reaching to fiddle with the chopsticks. I break eye contact, unsure what I was waiting for. "I have decided to..." another pause. "Dad please just say it".

"I-I have decided to take you to an orphanage". It almost comes out of his mouth as a whisper, but I heard it. A lump forms in my throat and tears slide down my cheeks before I realize. Dad wouldn't look at me, he has his head in his hands and leans against the table.

Anger quickly overcomes my sadness as I stormed up the stairs and slammed my bedroom door. Why does he want to leave me? What did I ever do to deserve this?

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