Can A Page Make Love?

My name is Alae Roshan. I am from Madrid, Spain. And because of a certain page called Twitter, my life changed totally. Believe me when I tell you this story, because it is true. Don't be entertained. I'll say the truth, with no lies, and I hope you believe it. This story ain't a funny one, but a sad one. 

I woke up that night with the certain presence of someone in my room. Obviously, there was someone in my room; my older brother, Ray, and in my bed, still sleeping with the cold feet, my little sister Melissa. We were the three siblings, we lived in Spain, Madrid, in the most poor part of the capital. Yes, we don't have much money. We are pallid, we live in the street, we are orphans, like most kids in this places. We don't have friends; other people are scary for Mel, who is my favorite sister. Not because of being just a year younger than me, or because our difference isn't much...we pass most of our time alone in our own worlds. And it doesn't help that we have to escape from the guys of the foster home who are always after us. 

But one night, they caught us. For punishing us for our insolence, or that's what they said, we were left all together in our own room, and had nothing for dinner. Ray smirked when Melissa said if this was all our punishment. I mean, we passed those things they gave us in the foster home for our whole life, who would now anything. 

And someone adopted Melissa. She was the youngest one, just seven, while I was eight and Ray was nine. Mel's new parents reminded me of my own. I didn't get to now them: one day I was in my house, happy of being with my new sister, with just two years old...and all the warm feelings, the safe feelings, everything faded from my life. It disappeared, just as my parents did. I don't even remember their names, nor mine, so we had to build our life again. We invented our names, too. 

After two years, when I was about to turn ten, somebody adopted me. I desired for being in a family for so long, and my dream finally was true. 

"Who is this girl?" the man said. "I want to talk to her" he said, turning to look at the bad guys who caught me and my siblings. I still didn't have the idea to call them my faster "parents". The last word disgusted me. How would I call those idiots like that. 

But they smiled, sweetly. I was in the dining room eating with the other kids and with Ray, and they called me. Every single kid looked at me while I left. "Of course, sir. Here she is" they answered, still smiling like angels. 

The marriage examined me, carefully. 

"What's your name, girl?" the woman asked.

"Alae"

I knew I had to answer every question, so they could adopt me. Anyway, two marriages before this one, came to see me, but I was too rough and the guys punished me...again. I was the most problematic kid in the foster home.  "I like the name" the man said, and the woman nodded. "I am Dylan Roshan, and my wife here, Maria Roshan" he smiled. I was sure they would adopt me. 

"It's a pleasure meeting you, Mr. and Mrs. Roshan" I answered. 

"Why are you so serious?" the woman asked. 

I glanced at the guys of the foster home who were staring at us, talking. "Their fault. They always say that I have to be serious, but I'm not. Ask anyone" I smiled sadly, remembering I had no friends in here. 

They both smiled, and dismissed me. I inclined my head, and walked out of the room. Then I smiled, and ran outside. Everybody collapsed me with questions about them. Would I get adopted? Where they kind? Who were they? Did they have kids? Did they like you? 

But I just smiled, and said to everyone the same thing: "You didn't bother to become my friend, or being nice to me. Why would I bother to tell you something like that?" and they kept their mouths shut. And two days later, no one saw me again round the foster home.