The Switch

Sarah- My Life

“Dear Diary,

                  I hope you know how terribly sorry I am for disturbing you with the name Kenny. Honestly, I can’t stop thinking about him.

The way he smiles, laughs, how he gets me out of every kind of problem. He has this attractive air around his personality. He's so mature and level headed...and he's caring. That's a major one there. He'd do anything for the people he loves. I’ve told you about the time he took the blame for cutting off a part of dad's pony-tail. Wow, that was hilarious. He was grounded for two weeks. Though, eventually dad did find out it was me, but still. That simple act of defending me says something within itself. I love him diary, I'm sure of it. And no, it isn't just because of the pony-tail incident that I'm in love with him. I just am. He's my other half, the soul-mate...we were meant to be.

But diary, I need someone now. Really bad. You see, ever since Kenny’s been adopted, I’m kind of lonely. I can’t go on writing; just thinking about him makes me tear up. Talk to you later. Bye”

That’s all I could bear to write. It had been a month ever since Kenny had been adopted by the Glessons. And yet, here I was, stuck, unable to move on. How could I? When I wanted him to be there with me? 

My eyes felt tired and suddenly wet. Writing about him had become a routine. Crying for him was no different.

I knew it was a selfish thought. He deserved a chance at happiness, didn't he? He finally had a family, something every single one of us here at Christ Orphanage wanted.

Why then, just to ease my discomfort, did I want him to leave the Glessons? No. That was very selfish of me.

I’m ashamed of you, Sarah Nightingale. Go to sleep.

Where was I going to find comfort in the storm that my mind seemed to be.

The answer was simple.

Ken Glesson is a hot name. I smiled at the thought and shut my lids.

Next morning, I decided to never be sad again. Kenny would hate it if he saw me like how I had been the other night. He wouldn’t want to be adopted then.

Kenny and I always had each others backs, for as far as I could remember.

I had been adopted by the chairman of Christ Orphanage. I was an Orphan, until he took me in, so I lived in the orphanage too.

That morning the news broke to me in quite an odd way. Everything was really abrupt. It all started that morning when I wanted to have a talk with my adopted father. I knocked on his office door. No answer. He must’ve been out. I decided to wait.

I entered his room, but I figured I wouldn’t have to wait. My father was fast asleep, peacefully, his head on the table. The sight made me laugh. It had been long since I had last seen him that way. Chairman had never been so much at peace.

“Um, Chairman?” I said when I had stopped. The blood was most probably in my cheeks after laughing so hard, because my father woke up and asked immediately.

“What is it, Sarah?”

When I stood, bemused for a bit, he continued. "Is it a guy, eh? Tell me all about it!"

I hung my head low.

Yeah, there’s something terribly wrong with my father. It’s hard to explain, but I guess you’ll learn as our conversation progresses.

“Uh, no, dad. I was just amused to find you sleeping” I coughed, then went ahead and took a seat on the opposite side of his table.

“Oh. Thank heavens then.” He sighed and sat back in his seat.